I couldn't sleep, so I went downstairs with some ginger ale to study my drawing.I felt half decent after an hour or two of studying nuances of the art...st's work I hadn't noticed before, comparing it to renditions I found of similar subject matter. None of them were the same, although they contained the same elements – a sprawled-out woman, a demon, and a horse with bulging, blind-looking eyes. Oddly, in my drawing, it seemed the horse wasn't focused on the viewer, though I thought it looked. ’ Abbie became excited at the prospect of a big bon fire and meeting guys. ‘I will be there, Mister Adams. I like bon fires.’ Abbie kept up her swimming routine and I discovered that a couple boys in the area took notice as well. One boldly jumped in and swam after her playfully. Abbie broke into her sprinter stroke and left him in her wake then turned to see if he followed. He hadn’t. He stopped swimming and stared at her. ‘I am a team swimmer she called. I guess I felt you trying to compete.’. Good for them I love them sharing their pleasure. Some are so daring filming themselves on phones jilling off in libraries. Have a look on hamster they are good!Do you have a favorite place to do it? A favorite toy to use? A butt plug to increase the feeling? Ladies do you like to push your randy clit into a hard object ? The corner of a table or a door knob? Or does a warm shower jet up your hole do it for you? Which hard vegetable can bring you off? A carrot, cucumber surely not a marrow? Men. ” I said, with no idea what she was talking about.“Well they did a thorough job of trashing your place last night and this morning. I’ve only just finished clearing up!” She laughed. I smiled at her sense of humor. “I’ll get right on it, just leave it to me!” I assured her.“Can I make you a coffee honey?” She asked.“I would love a coffee, are you still starting work at two?” She nodded. “I might follow you into town and pick up some hardware. I want to fix that door today so you can get into.