Ill put this into my girls college fund. Sara takes my hand to get my attention. Dad, Jill wants to take me to shop for some new outfits. You know how...you hate to shop for clothing. I thought me and Jill could spend some time together. Sure I dont have a problem with that. Actually I was happy that Sara was socializing. Okay when Sara is able to walk around the mall, well go shopping together. Jill smile is warm and affectionate to Sara. Jill is turning to leave again. I got to go check on. She moved and sucked my cock again. This time, I went in deeper. She began to struggle when I only had a couple of inches outside her mouth.She lifted up gasping for breath and Alice descended to take me in. She tried harder and managed to only leave an inch outside when she came up for air. She didn't release my cock from her lips but inhaled through her nose and went down again pulling at my thighs to force her head into my groin and managed to take my cock entirely down her throat and hold. "I wanted to be a poet once,actually," I confided in him."Do you remember any of the poems you wrote, when you wanted to be apoet?"I smiled. "One or two." Could I hear one?" "This one is called 'Breast Friends.' The title is silly, but thesentiments, I hope, are not." Having introduced the verse, I recitedthe poem:A rose is a vow, solemn as a nun's,By which a man pledges eternal love,A flower as radiant as the sun'sWarm light, which, like the rainbow set aboveThe flood, by God, to remind. They don't mean shit. All they indicate was that I was in a position to be scared out of my gourd. So scared that I forgot about anything but killing people before they could kill me. I had two choices. Stand there with piss running down my leg and dying, or fighting back. That's not bravery, that's survival."So that's why you don't hunt? You don't like guns anymore?" I have nothing against guns. I think they are necessary. In fact, I think every home should have at least one, and that every.