Send us as email of your boy won’t you asked Lionel? Of course said Gareth, have you got one of yours? Patrick, oh yes, said Lionel, I’ll send him...over to you now. Excitedly Gareth entered the date and clicked done. Request sent, the message made him excited, as he imagined what would happen next weekend. He sent over an image of Stephen and waited for Lionel to send a copy of Patrick over to him.He didn’t need to wait long; Messi obviously had a picture at hand on his phone. Patrick was a. Of course he knew this was only a fantasy. In the fantasy he had a huge cock and a golden tanned and ripped body, while in reality, he had an average sized six inch dick, and a average built body. He wasn’t fat, nor extremely skinny. Just under six feet, and doughy enough to not be cut, but lean enough to be able to go to the beach and not hide himself. Although nothing special below the neck, he did know that he was wonderfully cute. From the shoulders up he was as handsome as George Clooney. . the only ... the uniquely unique ... Chom!”Pip clapped while Chom marched to the witness stand. He shouted, “Way to go, Chom!”“Not him,” Judge Jack groaned.Chom sat down on the witness stand after taking an opportunity to bow to the applause. He preened a bit. He spent a few seconds straightening his beard.The clerk asked, “Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?”“Is that a trick question?” Chom asked.“No,” the clerk said.“Do I have to answer it?” Chom. Once I reached the top, I did not set her down, instead carrying her into her bedroom. I hovered expectantly for a while, but evidently Liira had decided not to arouse my mother's lusts this night- or I hadn't worked hard enough to do so on my own. Sighing, I turned to walk away."Where are you going?" came a voice from behind me. "Can't sleep like this." I turned around; my mother had sat up on the side of her bed. My hopes rising, I approached her again; she held her arms up over her head,.