He gathered up their mess gear and took it toward the waterfall, he’d scour them with the gravel and rinse then in the stream. Porn vedio He kissed the nape of her neck and whispered, “Night Mommy.”
He was asleep long before she was, she kept replaying in her mind his last kiss and his utterance, “Night Mommy,” he hadn’t called her Mommy since he was thirteen and it had turned her liquid. She hadn’t yet gone to sleep, just lightly dozing, she was on her side with her back to Tommy, he put his arm over her, outside the sleeping bag but over her and hugged her. I brought a bottle of champagne; will you drink a toast with me?”
I think your Pop would approve, he was a good man but like the Irishman he was he was never one to turn down a drink. “Oh Mom, it’s like riding a bicycle, you may be a little wobbly when you start out but it’ll come back to you.”
He got the rods and tied on dry flies. “No son, I think I’d gonna lay in the sun, work on my tan and read a little.”
“Well if I can get two I’d like to bake them.”
An hour or so later he returned with two nice trout.
