Hank briskly toweled her dry then took her into a bedroom, sitting her down on a stool in front of a dressing table he picked up the hair brush and st...rted to brush her long hair, Jenee closed her eyes making soft sounds of pleasure as Hank stroked the hairbrush through her hair.Hank set the hair brush down, sliding his fingers through her hair he pulled it to one side, bending down he kissed the side of her neck then her shoulder "you're so beautiful you take my breath away" he told her as he. I just sat there smiling. Jill looked over her shoulder at me sitting in the back seat. She smiled.“Sargent Johnson, what the heck is your first name? I feel like we should know your name instead of continuing to call you Sargent.” Jill asked.“It’s Roger. Roger Johnson. My close friends call me RJ.” He answered.“Roger are you married?” Jill asked. That was a question that I did not expect.“Um, no. Not anymore. I divorced a few years ago. Why do you ask?”“RJ, are you in a relationship? I mean, I. Brandon's pretty red lips were just meant for giving blowjobs, Rick decided, and he was determined to get one off him. He hurried home and started fixing a meal but could hardly concentrate because he was so horny.At twenty six his dick still would sometimes rise of its own accord and it kept stretching across his left thigh as he thought about sexy Brandon and his cute little bubble butt all trussed up in his tight working pants. He could almost feel the heat of Brandon's ass, just thinking. Not to put somecash value on what you did, but as a gift. From the heart..." he said. Heglanced over at his daughter and his voice went husky, "Because... becauseI don't... don't know what I would have done, if-"He stopped, his face contorting, like he was afraid that any further wordsmight bring tears with them.I can understand why someone who is invested in "being a man" might notwant anyone to see them crying because they were afraid, or they got yelledat, or over something dumb like losing.