It’s my tolerance of idiots that needs working on.If God wanted me to touch my toes, he would’ve put them on my knees.The kids text me “plz” w...ich is shorter than please. I text back “no” which is shorter than “yes.”I’m going to retire and live off of my savings. Not sure what I’ll do the second week.Even duct tape can’t fix stupid ... but it can muffle the sound!Why do I have to press one for English when you’re just gonna transfer me to someone I can’t understand anyway?Of course I talk to. She got in the bed, took her panties off and spread her legs open. She used her right hand and rubbed her pussy in front of me, 5 minutes later she got a vibrator and put it on her c spot. Her pussy was shaved, her pussy lips stuck out, they looked good. My dick was hard, mom moaned and moaned. I watched her cum, her pussy gotten more wet. She laid there breathing heavy. She told me I can go. I went to my room and masturbated and shot my load.This went on and on, mom would call me in her room. . Anyway, it was always like that. Not that I had any expectations or thought that it would be a good thing, to go out with her or date her. I just happened to like everything about her, so I admired her, always tried to be a good friend. Like an older brother – a brother that would always admire her when she showed up, yes, but I was not actually her brother, so there was nothing creepy about it. Carolina was here by herself, doing college for two years now; she emancipated herself with. We've emailed back and forth a few times, and you've decided that I seem like a nice guy. You are naturally nervous and a little bit shy waiting at the door. I, on the other hand, am not shy. When I open the door the first thing I do is give you a nice look up and down, unapologetically checking out your tits and crotch. You break the silence by saying, "hi."I smile, "Hey, it's nice to finally meet you!" I reach out to shake your hand, and pull you inside when you give me yours. "Come on in...".