Was it Fate, destiny, Miller Genuine Draft? Who knows and who really cares. This brought back a poem I wrote many years ago:When Paths CrossAlas we ca... but follow the paths set forth in our destiny... If by chance our two paths cross, then we may enjoy each other's company till they again go their separate ways... We will never know how much time we have together... So we must make the most of these precious moments... My love, please don't ask why... or how long... Just give to me the feelings. Either she's a better student than me, or that is literally the same BS Iwrote 20 years ago.I was able to follow along with the rest of the class and it triggeredlong forgotten memories. I was called on once. I BS'ed something aboutfake culture and Holden Caufield's pessimism. It wasn't hard honestly.After all, I came from a year that society had regressed into hidingbehind social media and presenting a different version of their life inall of their pictures. Everyone was a "phony" on. The guard allowed them to drive through when the driver gave him the address and William Holland’s name.Bill gave the driver directions to his granddad’s home and they were there before Juli realized it.“Put this on, Juli,” Doctor Shirley told her as she handed the tiny bikini panty to her.When Juli had the tiny garment pulled up to fit snuggly against her pussy, she flashed Bill and his mother.“I want them back when I tell you,” Doctor Shirley told her with a smile.“Are we going to play the. Crib par jakar wo Shweta ki rubber nipple dene lagee. Unki jhuki body se thodi see uthee gaand dekh kar meri adhhee khuli ankhein poori khul gayee, aur mein bhee jhapat kar crib ke paas jakar unki gaand se apna lund sata kar khada ho gaya. Unhone adhee neend ki awastha mein apne gaand thodi aur meri taraf kar dee. Meine lund staye hee unka munh apni taraf kar ke jeebh unki munh mein dal dee aur wo usse choosti rahin. Is tarah ek doosre se jude hum dono bistar par dheere dheere chal kar a gaye.