He’s such a sweet brother.”“Oh, that’s great, Sugar Boobs!” Henry exclaimed, the front of his pants tenting further out as he sat down on th... edge of the bed next to his breasty daughter who looked so cute as she licked her fudge popsicle again, a sweet droplet cascading directly onto her right watermelon’s spacious pink areola. “What else do you and Harvey do?”“Tee hee hee! This, for one thing!” the blonde voluptuous hottie slid her ass on the bed and wobbled her whoppers before taking the. She stood there on wobbly legs feeling her own juices beginning to run down her legs as he began to undress her. He took her coat off and then slowly unbuttoned her blouse. Then he unfastened her bra and freed her large breasts. He admired them for a minute then wrapped his lips around one nipple while pinching and twisting the other. This made her moan and squirm and she could barely stand up but after a few minutes he quit and unbuttoned her slacks. She was gently pushed back on the couch and. I was still curious(cos after all, there was a very small chance that I had misjudged her) and went there, also because Blok M was closer to my place and I had nothing planned yet that day.Of course she was late(something that I saw with almost ALL Indonesians, I mean, there might be traffic, but why don’t they just go in time if they know about that?) and I was already a bit pissed to stand there, waiting and waiting. When she finally arrived, I just wanted to leave as quick as possible and we. " So. I screwed up my own suicide and they've put me in this museum of an institution. But whatthefuck have they done to my body? Is it hallucinatory drugs?" I wondered. "Or could they be using me for some sort of experimental body transplant?" The ideas kept running through my mind, growing wilder and crazier.Finally, I decided that this must be hell. I mean, deep down inside, I knew it was still me. Phil Brown. Fifty-six year old loser. And I had always heard that people who commit suicide.