Άκουγα την ζώνη να σφυρίζει πάνω στα κωλομέρια μου και την ίδια στιγμη ένιωθα την �...ουτσάρα του να μου σκίζει την κωλάρα. "Τι είσαι;" με ρωτούσε.. "Το πουτανάκι σου" του έλεγα " Μονο το δικό σου πουτανάκι" ... και έχυνα ..έχυνα. Αυτην την φορά το μωρό μου πήρε και καινούργια παιχνιδάκια. Μου έβαλε την σφήνα στο πιπινάκι μου και αυτός μπήκε στην κωλάρα μου. Έχασα το φως μου!! Εκει όμως που απογειώθηκα ήταν όταν μου έβαλε τον δονητη με τις καμπύλες. Δεν υπάρχει αυτη η γκάβλα.Ένιωθα ότι θα. "Those gloves must work pretty good," she said, admiring his hands."Your hands are as delicate as a girl."Charlie blushed again."I didn't embarrass you, did I?" she asked."Oh, maybe a little," he said."We'll work on those feet when we get you out of the tub," Mirilla said.Charlie was even more embarrassed when Mrs. Windham walked into the roomwearing a house coat as he crawled out and before Mirillia could place atowel around him."I want you to put this on our little urchin," she said, handing. My wife teaches college and sometimes does private tutoring, herein lies the story, but a little info first. Susan is a gorgeous creature, short blonde hair, 32a-24-34, with an ass to die for. She had told me that she had given up that sweet ass when she was younger, but I don't know why, but she wouldn't let me have any. Not that the rest of her was bad, but I just always wanted what I couldn't have. She is an incredible lover, my Susan, but my mind as well as the rest of me, always wanted. He was devoted to his wife, Ellen, who Karen knew and liked, as well as his twin boys, Tom and Edward, who both parents would do anything for.The day came that Brad arrived at work very drawn and worried looking. It was so evident that Karen asked, "Brad, what is wrong? Is there anything I can do?"Tears came to Brad's eyes. "Ellen has been diagnosed with lung cancer. It is already stage four. Her doctor told me that she has no more then six months." Oh God, Brad, I'm so sorry."Four months later.