.you're not OK with this?" Right - from the heart Micky, brain engage and go, "Emma," I took hold of her hand, ".....my beautiful daughter. I am so OK...with this. All I want for you is for you to be happy and safe. If this is who you are then I am truly happy for you. I wish I could have sorted out who I was at your age. I have to know that you realize that I couldn't be anything but proud of you. You're beautiful, smart and funny and any girl would be lucky to have you as partner." I looked at. "Look Steve, if you can sell them we'll make them." George added."Who wants a Widdows comforter," Young Phil piped up, "it's a Fucking Machine so why not call it fucking machine." Yeah," I said, "So when someone asks what you make you can say Fucking Machines." He does already," Giorgio insisted, "But Steve, how d'you sell them?" Leave that to me," I suggested, "We'll start on Monday."I worked on those drawings, the Laser CAD program did the WEC 1909 drawings almost for me but the new 2009. The girl shivered with excitement under his oral touch.With no warning at all, his lips opened and captured one of the alluring buds and he sucked, eliciting a series of prodigious moans from his partner. The oral manoeuver also freed one of his hands to join the girl's, which still skilfully did their best to ignite every bit of pleasure they were capable of bringing.Sliding his hand behind the tight grasp she held on his throbbing manhood, his fingers wove their way through the forest of. WHEN AND WHERE I LIVEI live in my breasts,In the nipplesAnd areolas, too,And in my cock and balls;I live in my rectum,Most of all,When I am fucked by you.MASTURBATORY CELEBRANTSSome poems are too big for your head,Some too big for your cunt (or cock and ballsIf you are a man's man, instead of a girly girl).Such poems exhaust the mind and deplete the soul,But, in the ecstasy that ensues Oneness with poetry,We are the greater, not the less, blessed despite our distress;Poetry teaches us the.