“Dad yelled shit at me, slapping my face, pushing me. 'Did you forget how to be a man?' Father of the year. And my mom... Oh, Mom. She kept screamin... at me to stay away, brandishing the Holy Cross like I was a fucking demon. She also opened all of her bottles of Holy Water! She fucking bathed me with that shit. Called me every bad name... she wasn't recognizing me as her son, but I definitely wasn't recognizing her as a human being."Enough. Enough listening to all of this. Yes, everything was. She could still feel how her hubby’s friend had brushed his strong chest over them while weeping for his best friend. She wanted him now, but how can that be possible. She just closed her eyes and started fondling her beautiful mounds kneading them with her long fingered hands and sometimes even scratching those nipples with her long nails. Her hands were becoming more and harsher. They were now squeezing her melons and her upper body was lifting itself and then falling on the bed showing her. The clock radio in my bedroom is playing, so I can barely hear it at the desk where Im sitting. I just finished checking my emails, and writing one to you. Was hoping you would be online so I could talk for a while with you. I always miss you when Im not talking to you. Im just shutting down my computer when I hear a knock on my door. Im in just a t-shirt and undies, so I had to just peak out the window to see who it was. But to my surprise, its you. I run down the hallway to my room and grab. It used a twin blade and I've added two wagon wheels to assist the horses in pulling it behind them.In all it is a design that allows us to work twice as fast and get the same results in half the time," said young Wolfgang.It was soon going to be planting season and Jason just shook his head as his son's latest idea was run past him.Wolfgang had taken to playing with his designs during the cooler months until he felt it was just right. Even though he had dreamed of this design a few times over.