Whitaker headed to the left of the porch to try and look in through the windows and Taylor put himself in between the two, also looking in through the...windows, trying to catch a glimpse of something through the slits between the curtains.Suddenly, Taylor heard a sound that sent an icy chill down his back. The distinct klak-klak of the bolt on an AK rifle being worked, loading a round in the chamber.Taylor yelled, “DOWN!” and tackled Whitaker, sending them both through the side railing as the. Turning back towards him now, placing the glasses on the counter so he could pour. There was a small, neatly trimmed, patch of fur just above her Mons, directing his eyes downwards to it as he poured the wine, once again almost licking his lips, imagining what she might taste like. It had been so long. One of the few things Carla actually enjoyed his doing to her ... when he was lucky enough to actually do it. Though ironically enough, Carla had never once reciprocated. The last time he had. "Well let me put it this way, I leave you and your big cock and I come home to my husband who is asleep with his hair in curlers, and gay magazines on the nightstand. I probably have the only husband that owns a dildo." UUMMPPHH!!!" Max groaned as she once again squeezed his testicles in her fingers."Oh yes, he wears curlers to bed almost every night, he even wears them in his hair when does the grocery shopping. He's such a fag," she said laughing on the phone. "Now you know why I appreciate. " What do you mean?" We have to get rid of this and these," she said, back handling my small but growing gut, and grabbing hold of my love handles."We've got less than six months before we go, so we have no time to waste; tomorrow we begin."'What's this "we" stuff, ' I was thinking; 'I'm the one who has to lose the weight.I found out when the alarm clock went off at five o'clock the following morning. Patti had to practically carry me down the two flights of stairs to the gym."Here's the.