Ihr kennt es alle, dass die Freier sich von den Nutten wünschen dass diese einen bestimmten Vornamen verwenden, ein bestimmtes Dress tragen oder soga... eine recht konkrete Rolle spielen sollen.Meist ist es der einer Kollegin bei der man nie landen konnte, die heiße Schwägerin die man immer begehrte, die Freundin der Tochter die einen jedes Mal heiß macht wenn man sie sieht und manchmal sogar die eigene Frau die einen nicht mehr ran lässt.Die Liste ist endlos.Ich habe mir nun überlegt, wie wäre. The only one truth in the world is death. Everything else is up for debate, philosophical conversations that help one to sleep better at night. Everything after death is forgotten. A legacy is just a myth. The most benevolent being in history would be forgotten within a century. So tell me now Thane, what does it matter? Wrong or right, we are all forgotten in the end. The voice painted a very bleak portrayal of the world, completely delusional but incredibly convincing. Thane found himself. " Of course I had the big cheesy grin when I said it. As I climbed the stairs, I could feel that pounding in my cock again.When I walked into the bedroom, I had hoped she would be lying there completely naked playing with her bald little pussy. Of course that was not the case. She was fully clothed with her hands on her tummy, it looked like she was asleep. i murmured "peaceful" to which she opened her eyes and said "hi." I walked around the bed to the other side. While I climbed in the bed. " Oooo... is my sister getting ready for Ladies' Night tonight?" Yes, I am. I'd love to stay in bed, but..."Jill interrupts..."OK... Let's get up. I'm well-rested."While they drink some coffee, Allie asks Jill if she can take her out for breakfast."Thank you, Allie, I'd love to have breakfast with you. I also want to thank you, for being so honest with me last night. That was sweet of you." How do you feel about it this morning?" Well... to tell you the truth, I'm not real sure yet. I'm still.