.. but all are emotional and depressed, but still so alive!I remember getting eyes from young nice nieces in teen age at the front row - me sitting ri...ht behind!I remember long talks with red wine with the very best lady friend of my mourning niece whose guy diedIn the internet it is different - I think only her best friend not far in the US, attended her funeralIn the internet her other friends shared their feeings at the page of our beloved one - now in Heaven!Most of her friends shared some. .. that’s the reason the pines were so thick ... fire seeded.After giving the chain a lick and a promise with a chain file, I gassed up the Echo with 40 to one mix and made sure the bar oil was full. I took the saw and an empty Miller beer can into the trees. I picked my spot ... set down the saw and went back for the shovel and bucket of sand.I don’t care how good the spark arrester is on the Echo ... accidents happen.One more trip back to the truck ... my Smith Indian backpack firepump. Hairy. A ripple of pleasure went through my body. I hadn’t been touched like this in a long time and it felt so right. He bit down a little harder as one of his hands wrapped around my waist, pushing us closer together. I moved my head a little so more of my neck was exposed to him. He moved his lips up my neck to my ear and began to nibble it. His other hand went under my shirt to my breast. He let go of my waist and went to my other breast, caressing them under my bra while still nibbling my ear. As she crawled under the desk Coach Gray could see her bare buns appear from under her skirt.Newnen sat in his chair and slid partway in. LP could see his dick just like before, laying on the chair seat between his hairy legs. 'Go on,' he urged, 'show him. From what Coach Gray has told me, you have no need to be shy.' She walked forward on all fours placing her chin on the edge of his chair and sliding forward to scoop up his cock into her mouth. She stopped and took a deep breath.She could.