Like I said, we all pitch in."Lydia filled out the application and initialed the job description, while sitting at one of the desks in the outer room....After a minute Tom came out and sat down on a chair next to her and handed her a blank slip of paper. "Write down the password you want. I've about got your user profile set up. You'll be able to sign on in the morning."She wrote down the first word that came into her head, which was a mistake, she saw, when she handed it to him."SPECTATOR, nice. He had watched his boys turn into men and disappear over the horizon towards their destiny as his wife became increasingly frigid and antisocial. One morning in one of her frequent bursts of rage, her overtaxed heart burst, leaving him to weather his final years alone and lonely. He became bitter and turned towards himself, rarely seeking the console of others and growing to despise those who did. His days were long and he frequently found himself staring at the ceiling.Cristal wasn't very. 05.2008 .1st of all let me thank all the ISS reader for making it a munch, with your mails & calls, & rating all my stories (“sex with granny”, “reading iss was never so fun”, “please help me” & “this can happen to u”) as hot…Before starting the story I must tell u 1 thing, I got lots of mails from my fans complaining that the stories posted by them don’t get any feedback or comments so that they get disappointed & don’t dare 2 post any others stories, if this continues 1 wont get to read any. It looked like oatmeal mixed with leftovers and cum. I don’t know where it came from, but my Dad had a pitcher of cum to mix into my mother’s food. He may have just said that is what it was.My mom would act like this with the most delicious food in the world, and excitedly sit up and beg for it. I wanted Teddy to be as enthusiastic with me, and I started giving him gross oatmeal. He got it all over his face, and it was hilarious watching him lick his face clean by scraping the gunk off with his.