2. When I was a kid I used to pray every night for a new bike. Then I realized that the Lord doesn't work that way, so I stole a bike and asked him to...forgive me.The Stuttering CatA teacher is explaining biology to her 4th grade students."Human beings are the only animals that stutter," she says.A little girl raises her hand. "I had a kitty-cat who stuttered."The teacher, knowing how precious some of these stories could become, asked the girl to describe the incident.'Well', she began, 'I was. She would have protested more, but the guilt she felt over her additional trysts with Billy made her relent. Sharon conceded and parted her lips allowing her husbands foul tasting cock into her mouth. Sharon almost gagged at the first taste. While she loved Billy's sweet tasting cock and his salty cum, Howard's penis always tasted of stale urine and dried cum. The one time she had let him shoot in her mouth it had tasted horrible, unlike Billy's sperm which was like the most delicious wine. These men must know that I could have killed him, yet they're treating me like a guest. Of course, I didn't actually do anything other than hand Mr. Hanes the gun, but they just seemed like... Her mind was reluctant to process what she knew was impossible. But it just had to be. They were expecting it. I know they were. That's the only way this can make sense. But how... "Hungry? he asked again." As a grin touched his lips, she wondered if there was some way he could know what she had been. Something was wrong with him. And I finally figured it out. He was my top conservative friend who did his first masturbation session to a pair of fake tits yesterday. “Is it about her fake melons?” “No!” His answer was short. But after few seconds he said: “They are not so fake, don’t you think so?” “They are totally fake, it is so obvious! And as I told you they are not full with milk, believe me!” At very that moment I understood that he looked for my approval to masturbate to her. He didn’t.