”Jacob: “Everything for heartburn and indigestion?”Pharmacist: “We sure do.”Jacob: “You sell wheelchairs and walkers and canes?”Pharmaci...t: “All speeds and sizes.”Jacob: “Adult diapers?”Pharmacist: “Sure, how can I help you?”Jacob: “We’d like to use this store as our Bridal Registry. JThis one is compliments of J & B: HOW TO REMOVE GRUMPINESS No matter how GRUMPY you may be right now, this should change your mood PS: Don’t forget to read the text at the end of this tale.TEN (10) THINGS I KNOW. ‘It’s really the dog’s fault, actually. He woke me up and practically dragged me down the hallway. You were dreaming.’ ‘Dreaming?’ ‘Yes, Steven. That thing we do when we’re in REM sleep. If I had to guess, you were having a nightmare, actually. It must have woken the dog. And he came to get me.’ Steven’s face was slowly turning red. ‘Did I… did I say anything? Was I talking in my sleep?’ ‘You just kept saying ‘no’, over and over again. You were thrashing around, and I climbed onto the bed to. .. I tried to relax and take him but my ass would clinch down tight and it would burn and I would have to relax again to minimize the pain. He was almost all the way in me when I felt intense pressure inside. I had never had a cock this deep in my ass and thought that this was a deep as he could go.He raised my ass up and my sphincter clung tightly around his shaft, pulling his cock. He groaned and pulled me back down and I felt his cock head push through deeper into my ass. It was painful, and. There was never enough money to go round, and a weekly allowance was out of the question. Not that I complained much. I loved my mom and my sister, and our family was a good place to grow up. So when the need for money turned up, a ticket to a movie, a fancy add-on for my bike, or whatever, I got myself a job every afternoon. 'Office messenger boy' I believe was the correct name for it, and it was at a local, medium sized toy factory. I was to hang out around Mrs. Jones' office, and be on alert.