"I could use a VERY strong drink, right about now, how about you? my dear" chuckled Marluxion, Bitsy jumped up, shaking his ear, "you scared me witles..., that's what you did, you mean old dragon!" then hugged him tightly. He wanted to say, you scared me into a few thousand years of quick aging, but instead he said, "well, where are our drinks?" The two sat on the floor, amid the chaos and drank, giggling, rolling on the floor, Bitsy snorted a very unlady like snort, "I suppose I have to clean up. " Louis walked over to his locker andreached for his belt. He circled around Jess and put the belt just belowher waistline, pulling it tight and thus making sure the lower halfstayed snugly in place. Louis felt rock hard and resisted the urge tograb the girthy cock that hung between Jess legs."Thank you...Louis. I can just hold these pieces together under myshirt...and..." So, it's fully functional. Have you ever tried using it?" Louis' tonewas surprisingly neutral, but curious. There was. A few weeks had passed since the Tomcat party and I overheard our sons discussing a plot to go to "Big Mary's Bar" and pick up a woman to take care of their lusts now that they had a taste of sex. They were talking about how horny they had been and wanted to do it again. "Damn it all," I was thinking, "They have had a taste of sex now and they think they need to get a dirty bitch to take care of them. What can I do or what can Susan and I do?" Susan, this is Brenda. The boys are planning to go. He was 7 years old, and his (I thought) father had tried to use him as a punching bag. His mother was killed trying to protect him. His father, the puncher is in the hospital after I hit him with a shovel handle on the side of his head. I was too late to save the mother, but I did save Jonny.Edited By Barney R. Messed with afterward by me all errors are mineI am Ralph Simkin 35, a widower, and living in a mid-Michigan city. I am something of a neighborhood enigma because I live in the house I.