. . a bimbo. It was true that she would be loved, and adored, and pursued. She would heal him. With one hand John reached forward to touch the refle...tion. The girl's gigantic bosom dangled heavily as she reached up the same way. Her hand was small and petite with long manicured nails. As John touched the reflection, one finger dipped down below the surface of the silvery liquid. He felt a tingle, prompting him to quickly pull it back. There before his disbelieving eyes was the fingertip. And I do approve of these thongs – I found them on the floor by your bed.I’m calling my parents, she says, in fact I’m calling the police.Not so fast I say. I pick up her diary from her dressing table. Just found something interesting in here that the police will be interested in…. She gasps and turns red. There had been an unpleasant crime in the town recently and the perpetrators hadn’t been caught. Well now I knew who’d done it.It wasn’t me, Hannah sobbed, it was my boyfriend.That’s not what. I made a muffled sound of objection but I was pretty well stuck and gagging again at the height of each thrust. Tommy was holding nothing back and each thrust was as far as he could physically push himself down my throat, his testicles slapping against my chin. I wondered briefly where he had learned to do what he was doing to me and honestly, to this day, I still don’t want to know. My gagging again subsided and I laid back, slacken and defeated, watching the repeated approach and retreat. May I inquire what items you will seek to acquire?”Clara ‘risked’ her hands and picked the bacon out of the pan with the cooking fork and carefully spread it all on a paper towel and then dropped a half-dozen eggs into the bacon fat. Quickly scrambling them with the same fork. She parceled out half to Georg and half to her own plate.C: “Well, I’ve come up with a little plan.”G: “You have, have you? A new interpretation of the Grieg Concerto?”C: “Not quite.” She shoveled some egg into her mouth..