I can blame the bolt, or the company that made it, or maybe the mechanic who torqued it down too tightly. But I can't blame coincidence.Even if we wan...ed to put all the blame there, that's all we'd have time to do, because even though we don't think about it very much, our lives are full of coincidence. It happens all day long and only after it has happened can you decide if it affected your life in small or large ways.It is coincidence that causes you to turn the alarm off but linger in bed. His was Keiko's only third dick and she was in love with not only its size of it but also by its sheer beauty and the way it curved upwards like a banana. She would tell me about her thick black hair falling about her face as she worked the head of his cock then down the shaft and back up to the head again, pushing her long hair out of her face before he came in her mouth. She told me they had met at the pool and he had thought she was a teenager too, saying that Australian women her age are. I had never felt his touch; his hand in my hand. Not even a poke in the back when he rushes past me in the corridors. It rips my soul, but I am to shy to ask him out. I know he is single, but the number of times I've tried to ask him out, I changed too "Can I borrow a pencil." I bet he thinks I'm a freak. * The way that her hair brushes against the back of the seat as she chews one of my pencils in concentration. The wave of silvery blonde that slid its way into my heart the moment I saw her. I folded my arms and laid my head on them as Henry forced his beautiful knot inside my cunt, She emphasised the word cunt as she said it, remembering the thrill it gave her. H epushed it in all the way, my pussy was stretched to capacity, it was the most wonderful feeling I ever had in my life. Henry was filling me with his warm cum, I could feel every spurt as it his the sides of my belly, I felt so contented, I was being well fucked by my husband on my wedding night, what more could any bride.