There wasn’t anything on my camera able to generate a message like this. No apps, no internet…no way. But more than the impossibility of it, the q...estion itself stuck out to me.Wouldn’t anyone, if they were in my shoes?Still, I selected “no.” Whatever strange force—and yes, I already believed something supernatural was at play—had infected my camera and posed me a question with such an obvious answer had wasted its time. Sure, I wanted change. Wanted it more than anything. That’s why I was. “I can’t code worth a damn, according to Richard. Apparently, that isn’t my strength. On the bright side, it’s going to rain tomorrow!”“Why’s rain good?” Addison asked, rinsing her hands.“For you, it’s nothing. I’ve never experienced rain. That’s something. I’m excited.”Addison laughed and shook her head. “I can tell.”Addison woke up dying of thirst. Her room was inky dark. She checked her Smartphone: two-twenty-four in the morning.She rarely woke up in the middle of the night and never because. What I also left out was the do-it-yourself kind of relief, male or female.And for the record, my anus was cherry until after I married Miklos, but that's a different story. (See A Visit to the Doctor--And his Nurse, on this website.)Debbie and I had done a number of sleepovers, probably once a week. She lived two houses down from me, or up from me, depending on who was doing the walking. It was called Maple Avenue, for obvious reasons, most beautiful at the four or five days of foliage time.. Well she's a freak when she came in wearing cowgirl boots and a short denim skirt. She waisted no time she came to me and bent down and tugged at my shorts to reveal my cock it was limp but when she took me into her mouth it was awake like lightening. She was trying to deep throat me it took her a while but finally she got it all in as she was massaging my balls. I tried to stop her saying I was about to cum when she just sucked harder till I blew my load in her mouth. She gulped it down then.