. do you think... ] Anthar's eyes focused on his bonded sister.[I don't know Anthar.] Carisia spoke lowering the brush and moving to where he lowered ...is head close to her. She reached up and stroked his scales along his eye socket as she knew he liked so much. [If it is possible ... we will discover this. I give you my word.][Happiness and peace are not easy to discover are they sister?] He asked.Carisia shook her head with a smile. [No they are not.][We will succeed Carisia. We will succeed. WHEN AND WHERE I LIVEI live in my breasts,In the nipplesAnd areolas, too,And in my cock and balls;I live in my rectum,Most of all,When I am fucked by you.MASTURBATORY CELEBRANTSSome poems are too big for your head,Some too big for your cunt (or cock and ballsIf you are a man's man, instead of a girly girl).Such poems exhaust the mind and deplete the soul,But, in the ecstasy that ensues Oneness with poetry,We are the greater, not the less, blessed despite our distress;Poetry teaches us the. I looked the man straight in the eyes, and was surprised at what I saw. The sorrow and grief was there for me to see, begging for forgiveness, while there was happiness there too. Finally, they got around to why they had come. The man spoke for all of them."I wanted to bring my family by, Patrick, to thank you in their presence for what you have done for me, for us. I have not been a good or even acceptable parent for my little girls for many years. Three months ago, you showed me the error of. ”We washed our hands, I grabbed Candy’s - saying goodbye to Mom, walking out to Dad’s work area, showing her the picture I had just made.“Oh, Stevie – that’s so pretty, what made you draw that?”“I’ll tell you in a minute, sis – It’s not locked yet,” I said. “Say, ‘Pen and Ink, the boy I’m in love with, in a tuxedo?’”“No, I – I - I don’t think so Stevie – that could cause a whole lot of trouble!”I said, “Watercolor, the girl I’m in love with, in a pink wedding dress?”The picture from before went.