Our joint credit accounts were closed. I got my own credit card also. I deeded the house to her. All this with the purpose of cutting all financial en...anglements with her. I visited a lawyer and had divorce papers drawn up giving her everything except alimony. I arranged to have the papers delivered to her at home in exactly one week. I paid the lawyer in full. Only cost three hundred if she didn’t contest it. I had my last paycheck given to me personally rather than deposited. Our old joint. I unzipped his fly, undid the fly button and lowered his pants. Then I dropped his boxers and got down on my knees.He was indeed erect. About eight inches, I would guess. His cock was cut and thick and standing mightily at attention.I wrapped my right hand around it and started to slowly stroke him. My left hand scratched and fondled his balls. They were not very big and did not hang down much at all. They were up tight against his body. I moved my left hand to his cock too and slowly gave him. He shouts, “Git going or I’ll blast ya.”Smoky replies, “Put down the shotgun and back away from it.”The shotgun starts to rise and the other three start reaching for things in their pockets. In one fast and smooth action Smoky lifts his right hand up, takes aim, and fires. The man with the shotgun folds up, dropping the gun while he screams. Smoky tracks to the next man, the one with the whip. He aims and fires for a similar scream and clutch at his stomach; the man drops a handgun when he. Kitty Taariq. You’ve got to see her, man. She’s tall and very beautiful, with alabaster skin, long Black hair and pale blue eyes. Kit Taariq is the daughter of an Arab father and French Canadian mother. She went to Catholic school, and attends Carleton University. We ride the bus together. She’s fun to talk to. Kitty works at an art studio. She’s really cool. The other day I had the bright idea of offering her my number and she took it, but didn’t offer hers. Translation? We’re better off as.