Normally she didn't let the damned thing get more than five feet away from her.She'd have heard it ring, though, even outside. Her ringtone was "Ain't...No Rest For The Wicked," and it cut through most household noises.By habit she scanned the screen, and was surprised to see a missed call with a voice mail attached. She peered closer to the screen and saw that, somehow, the phone had been put on 'vibrate.' She looked at the number. It was an area code that wasn't familiar. Nor was the number. Socialism is taking your money against your will and shoving something down your throat that you never asked for.I’ve decided I can’t be politically correct anymore. (I never was, actually)This one is compliments of John A.Heavens to Murgatroyd!Would you believe the email spell checker did not recognize the word murgatroyd? Lost Words from our childhood: Words gone as fast as the buggy whip! Sad really!The other day a not so elderly (65) (I say 75) lady said something to her son about driving a. I know the teen blushes at the idea to hide that she surely wants this soon in proper privacy with no one looking.Mother Miriam remembers how tight and small her inner lips were when she was as young as her pubescent pupil.I looked exactly like you now at that age, my inner lips hardly show but they keep on growing over the years!Mother Miriam remembers how she showed what she can do with them in her first video ever for her future man.I looked along as Miriam starts to show how shyly she. Me and my best friend eating and playing with each other and then her and daddy and then finally all three of us together. My pussy has been so wet and still is. I walk out in just my shorts n tank as dad is pouring him some coffee and I ask if I can have some dad looks at me and says baby are you feeling ok and I walk over and put his hand on my pussy as if he is taking my temp and say its been like that all night and I don't think I have got more than 3 hours of sleep. Daddy I am not scared.