The harpies were literally blasted to pieces, and that ended the fight. That was also when we saw the remains of a child that had been with the woman....Mom gasped and said, “I know that woman. That’s Hester Owens and her son Greg. Oh, dear Lord, what a horrible fate.” At that point, Mom began to cry in sympathy for her friend.I couldn’t blame Mom for crying. There was a terrible feeling of sadness and desolation all around those dead harpies. Suddenly, the bodies of the harpies that had been. .. I’m really happy that Facebook is up again. It was so annoying, knockings on my neighbors doors to show them my dinner!On his 74th birthday, a man received a gift certificate from his wife.The certificate paid for a visit to a medicine man living on a near by reservation who was rumored to have a wonderful cure for erectile dysfunction.After being persuaded, he drove to the reservation, handed his gift certificate to the medicine man, and wondered what he was in for.The old man handed a. I distinctly remember obsessing on one model and I just will never forget him. HIs name was Bill Macanaly and I just kept returning to that picture. He was sitting outside on a patio chair holding a glass or orange juice. He was wearing a white terrycloth bathrobe that was completely open exposing his hairy chest and penis. He had naturally blonde curly hair and was hairy all over. That picture was like a magnet to me. In fact, months later my worst nightmare happened when my mother came home. “Oh, chodho! Fuck my cunt harder, fuck me harder!!!”With a deep-throated groan, her desperately writhing body began to writhe uncontrollably as waves of orgasmic pleasure bathed her body, creamy viscous fluids oozing out from her hot vibrating pussy to cover my impaling rod with its sticky warmth. She clung to me and I felt her body heave uncontrollably beneath me. Her cum trickled down the valley between her smooth rounded buttocks and over my still sperm-loaded balls that smacked hard and.