What we live through as we grow determines who we are, the morals ( or again lack thereof ) we have, and how we come to be the adults we are. Last nig...t was very restless for me. I have always been an insomniac, and last night was one of those aggravating nights when I was constantly on the verge of both sleeping and waking. Any long term insomniac can identify with this maddening frustration. The moment I would slide off into sleep I would have a random blip of a dream. Always sudden and. I am going to fuck your cunt and stretch it wide and fill it full of my cum." he told her.He then began to push his cock in deep and fuck her hard. He pulled almost out and then he would go in again and again. He kept fucking and feeling her cum. "You like my cock don't you? You like it pounding your cunt." she moaned, "fuck me harder. Give it to me rough and deep." And he did. He fucked her hard and a long time as his stamina was strong. When he filled her with his cum it was warm and blasted. Richie kicked the can towards the door. It rolled under with a few inches to spare. The door shuddered to a stop as the safety beam was broken, and retreated upwards.He ran his bike towards the door. He heard the thump of his mother's fist against the button over and over, but the safety mechanism of the door forced it to continue upward, lest it accidentally crush some kid's skull that its simple programming was convinced now lay in the path of the door.Richie ducked his head as he ran into. Other than the wheels had trouble rolling over the fresh cut grass the plane handled flawlessly.After I had it tucked safely in it's hanger, I noticed the Judges hanger was complete and the door open. It had been closed when I left. I supposed the judge had his fancy little plane in the air. I had yet to get a good look at it."Hello," Wilson replied when I called."So you didn't die in your sleep?" I asked."No, I am quite alright. I just needed a little more sleep this morning," he said."Wilson.