There was one hot guy who messaged me, so I thought I'd try my chances. As he lived 10 miles away I didn't want to waste any time trying to get him to...do role play. After sending me a few pics of himself I decided to have a piss before I had a play with my already semi-hard cock. On my way to the bathroom a figure comes shooting out of my parents bedroom and drags me in there. I'm thrown onto their bed and the next thing I know I've got a leather gloved hand covering my mouth. I try to scream. " How come Brie gets her favorite lunch, and I don't get mine! I'm going to tell MOM! I'm going to call her right now." Okay, Miss 'I'm better than everyone else'... tell me then, what is your favorite lunch meal?" You know what it is! I love that thick sliced ham and turkey with Swiss cheese and mustard, on that good rye bread. Why didn't you make that for me, Bennie?" Well, before you start all that complaining you might want to check the fridge for your lunch, it's on the second shelf. And. ’ he objected. ‘Actually,’ chimed in the nice guy. ‘It’s between the two of you.’ ‘Then let’s do this!’ Shouted Kara psyching herself up. The woman came loaded for bear. She had warmed up her voice in the car on the way to the club. It must have been quite a sight seeing a gal screaming ‘Back in Black’ while driving on The Crosstown. Kara attacked every song they threw at her. She was a crazed wildcat, a purring kitten and a sultry snake all rolled into a skinny redhead package. Vinnie caught. ’ ‘Get your bread back, bird, it’s utter rubbish,’ he pointed at the book with his cigarette for emphasis. ‘Those fields of study got no business being together. This isn’t a ‘you got your chocolate in my peanut butter’ scenario,’ he took a drag from his cigarette. ‘One does not go about just mixing your Bray and your Stewart with some Ortega and Rheinboldt and expect a slice of fried gold,’ he took another long drag. ‘Stewart agreed with me during a symposium up the street a few years back,’.