After a few minutes of this, she was panting and shivering constantly. Her hands gripping my shoulders and taking her weight. She was whimpering and m...aning words that I couldn’t hear above the sound of the shower but I think that she was having one continuous, light orgasm.When I stopped and stood up (my knees were hurting), she grabbed me and drew me in for a long passionate tongue lashing kiss. I broke free from her kiss and spun her around roughly, pushing her to bend over and support. That’s HOPE.{4}We plan big things for tomorrowin spite of zero knowledge of the future.That’s CONFIDENCE.{5}We see the world suffering,but still we get married and have children.That’s LOVE.{6}On an old man’s shirt was written a sentence‘I am not 80 years old;I am sweet 16 with 64 years of experience.’That’s ATTITUDE.Have a happy day and live your life like the six stories.When I was a child, I thought nap time was punishment. Now it’s like a mini-vacation.“GOOD FRIENDS ARE THE RARE JEWELS OF. ’ Her remarks were purely polite conversation. She detested the clergyman, but having lately become out of favour with the formidable Mrs Boroclough when malicious rumours about the nature of her school began to circulate, she was in need of a substantial ally in the local community. She had to have one even if that meant having to indulge a bloated ecclesiastic ego. Patting both hands over the endomorphic mound of his stomach the parson made a satisfied noise and sank into the corner of a well. . *Guu--*.Instead of words of praise, the sounds of my stomach reverberate acrossthe room. That reminds me, I still haven't eaten lunch."Guess I'll go buy lunch..."I toss away the bottle of drugs and step out into the scorchingoutdoors.On my way home from the convenience store. I walk along the road holdingthe Onigiri I picked out. I walk at a snail's pace due to the triplethreat of heat, lack of exercise, and sadness at being deceived. If atortoise were here, I would be having a heated race.