Sitting him down Carly prys into what has happened and is met with a firm "I don't want to talk about it". She respects her friend's privacy and fetch...s her first aid box to tend to the nasty wound on his head.Ashley had been drinking heavily that night, she could smell the beer on his breath as she gently cleaned the cuts on his face. She held her hand to the last of his wounds and softly ran the cotton wool over it, being careful not to cause him any more discomfort. he flinched and as he did. But she was right. We didn’t have the “green thing” in our day.Back then, we washed the baby’s diapers because we didn’t have the throwaway kind. We dried clothes on a line, not in an energy-gobbling machine burning up 220 volts-- wind and solar power really did dry our clothes back in our early days. Kids got hand-me-down clothes from their brothers or sisters, not always brand-new clothing.But that young lady is right; we didn’t have the “green thing” back in our day.Back then, we had one TV,. The brief little letter read:"Dear Miss Richards,I listen to your radio show every day. When you tell stories and share poems I am sitting in my rocker, real close to the speaker. You have a very pleasant voice and I like the way you sing to us. I play the games you teach us when you are on the air, and I play them afterwards too. I live in your neighborhood; I would be very pleased to meet you. Maybe someday we might meet while walking along the street.Very truly yours,David Springer"Now, Dell. “Cum baby, cum inside me!” I beg and coax him, desperately. “I want it, oh god, Dave, I want it so much! I want you to cum in me, pleeeaaassseee,” I continue to beg with each hard, concentrated thrust that Dave delivers. “Fuck! Take it, baby!” The spurts and spasms of his cock takes me over the edge and I cum again. I moan loudly and push against him, wanting him deeper in me. He continues to thrust slowly, letting me ride out my orgasm before slumping over and crushing me under him. The weight.