‘Mr. Morgan?’ Mark nodded. ‘I’m Eric Sesson, and I’m very glad to meet you. Won’t you come into my office?’ Mark followed, having no ide... of why he was here. ‘Mr. Morgan…’ ‘Please call me Mark. Mister makes me feel even older than I am.’ ‘But you’re only forty-seven if I’m correct.’ ‘Yes, but I still feel like a k**.’ Mr. Sesson laughed. ‘I know just how you feel. I’m forty-nine, but still feel twenty-five inside. And won’t you please call me Eric?’ Mark nodded, and when Eric unbuttoned his. Weed is just something that I like to do with friends when I'm hanging out. It's like drinking a beer for me. I don't do it just to get fucked up and feel high. I didn't know that you felt that strongly about it though. I'll stop doing it whenever you're around me. I promise."Y: "Really?"M: "Really."You smile at me and give me a light kiss on the cheek, brushing your damp cheek against mine. For some reason, that kiss had a sort of charge in it. Like a spark that was now hanging in the. While she jumped at me, i caught her mid flight, turned her around, and pinned her to the bed, with me on top. "Fucking love that tiny little body of yours" I said as I traced my lips over hers, softly massaging them. "If I had you for more time I would literally cover you in bite marks and hickeys and hear you moan uncontrollably" I said to the helpless little girl that was having her lips sucked out with affection. "I wanna get dirty with you Andrew" she muttered tirefully as she was a. Outside the door stood a black guy about 6‘3“ tall and with short black hair. He was wearing a blue shirt where his ID-card was attached and short work pants, with his tools in them. He smiled at my mom and told her that he is here to check the electricity meter in the kitchen. My mom let him in and showed him the way to the kitchen. I follwed them quietly, and peeked around the doorframe into the kitchen. My mom showed him the electricity meter which was mounted under the counter, right next.