The prostitutes were instructed to line up in a straight line on the sidewalk. Well, who should be walking in the neighborhood, but little old grandma... The young girl became frantic. Sure enough, grandma noticed her young granddaughter and asked curiously, “what are you lining up for dear?” not willing to let grandma in on her secret, the young girl said that some people were giving out free oranges and that she was lining up for some. “mmmm, sounds lovely,” said grandma, “i think i´ll have. Cum yet? Have I allowed myself time? Too fast? Too slow? Disinterested. Would he click off? What would I care? I care and I play the chords. And I think one fine day I will not be here, one fine day there will be a sun shine day that will not have me in it. I am going blind. My eyes are ‘fragile.’ I am not going blind. But my eyes are ‘fragile.’ I have to chord him. I have to say the oppression he gives me every few months or so are life for me, and I find happiness in his glumness, in his. As the son entered the kitchen, still looking at his phone, i was standing just behind the door, out of sight, just waiting for him to see how much fun mama and i had had.He finally looked up from his phone, and the sight that met him, made him drop his phone and drop his jaw, there on the kitchen table his mama was tied up, with her ass in the air, her red dress cut to pieces and cum dripping out of her pussy, he didn't even realize that i was moving in on him, and put my knife against his. I owe them big-time for that — it really made my. You know why Sal hates me so much, don't you? Because of you — Sal wanted you so bad and you chose me.They gave you the choice — see, they knew too and were running a book on it. And you chose my room. God, my heart sang that first night. I never touched you. I wasn't game, thought I'd frighten you away.But then I heard you. Do you remember? You were crying, trying to do it silently, but I heard you. And I held you and stroked you, soothed and.