. pregnant by you ... as well?” Annette asked aloud.“Yes, I am. And I am very much in love with my cousin here! And yes, I know that Lisa loves hi... dearly ... as do Michelle and Missy. I am his shadow. I go wherever Dan goes! I refuse to leave his side, ever... , “ Erin interjected, indicating just how aware she was of things ... like many autistics, she could surprise folks at times.“Yes, Lisa loves me ... Michelle loves me ... Erin loves me ... Missy loves me. I love them all. Yet, Lisa did. She was not his usual customer, who were either middle aged men or older women. The last time he had seen a teen in the shop was almost a year ago. He figured they used the internet to buy their vices.“Hi, I don’t want to be a dick, but do you have ID?” he asked her.She dug through her purse and gave him a passport. “Sweden, eh, a long way from home. What brings you here?”She tilted her head and her green eyes flashed in the light. “Do you mean the shop or the country?”“Both.”Well, I’m an. . but I was wrong, too!”... ✧ ✧ ✧Compliments of Reltney Mc ‎I heard a variation of that story (the wine-for-husband story)During Mr. Clinton’s presidency, it was reported, the President descended the stairs of Marine One, on the South Lawn of the White House, carrying two pigs. The Marine Guards, at the bottom of the stairs, saluted as Mr. Clinton reached the ground. Mr. Clinton, in an expansive mood, turned to one of the Marines, and regaled him with the tale of the pigs.“Son, these here are. I pulled away from him, a string of spit hung momentarily between my lips and his helmet. A little liquid dribbled out from his urethra and I licked it clean. Fuck me, fuck my pussy please, I said urgently laying back on the couch spreading my legs for him. Oh yes, and the midget positioned himself between my legs guiding his cock into my wet fold. He plunged his member into me thrusting hard and fast burying his face in my tits. I feel this little mans flesh sliding in and out of my tunnel,.