M. My best friend comes to get me and at the same time the other girls start arriving, pretty cute girls I have to say. I arrive at my hockey practice...at 6:15 p.m and the coach announces that his wife is really sick and that he needed to go to the hospital so the practice was cancelled. With nothing much to do, my friends and I decide to go to the nearest bar and take a beer before going back home.We leave the bar around 10 p.m and my friend drops me home and he leaves. When i arrive, the light. And I do apologise for Pippa’s potty mouth, I know it is a little extreme, but I did want to give you a flavour of what I had to endure. So to cut through all the flim flam, the bottom line was that Jimmy had read my little Blog and having ruined Pippa’s fun with her favourite bunny proceeded to throw the “cheating whore” out onto the streets with the advice to “fuck off”, “go fuck that stuck up little bitch” and apparently a few choice pieces of advice involving the C word which I really am. ]Somewhere in France, in a small provincial town, a young man named Charles Dupont wakes up with a start. He looks at alarm clock. Only 3 AM. Another bad dream, like every night. Turning on the light, he examines the surroundings. The shitty apartment is still the same: only 9m², a metallic bed with a hard uncomfortable mattress, some wood shelves and other arrangements, a real tiny kitchen area, paint past and scaled of the walls... there is even no bathroom and toilet (they are share with. “Oh yes, Doctor. Please do that.”Her own natural moisture made his entry easy, and as he did, she confirmed in her mind how much larger and longer he was than her husband. She could feel him, moving, gliding, sliding and thrusting, sometimes his sac hitting against her cheeks and he drove firmly into her.“You have no idea how good that fells, Doctor,” she whispered to him. His endurance was far superior to Jason’s dozen or so thrusts. She could feel him rubbing her clit with his thumb again and.