It was
almost the appointed time. “Me too.” Jack leaned forward and spun his right running shoe in the
sand, drawing the eight on it over and over again. Milf sex And I’m going there. I meant, to comfort my kid because he didn’t get
what he wanted, even though I was ashamed. She had asked for some light work for a moment, but it was in vain. My wife wanted to
look at the clothes (surprise?), but I wasn’t interested at all (surprise
again?). ready for
older…?” I asked. Then Jack asked:
“What happens next, Dad?”
“Good Lord! Music used to have a melody; now it was just mindless speech
with poorly functioning lyrics. Fortunately, this was not a problem for the boy. I put my hand on his back and
stroked it to comfort him. I pressed my hand against his bare
lower back and made a slow rotating motion on it. She reluctantly did
so; fortunately, I didn’t have to get angry with her this time. But I
wanted to save all that energy for a meeting in the afternoon.
