I am an average, 5.7 tall man, with 5.5 inches long and 3-inches round thickness tool to satisfy any female. I am an expert in drying holes.This story...started last year which has happened on my first wedding anniversary. I was in my in-laws home at that time. A small party was going on there. I cannot say that I don’t have that intention first like that bla bla bla.Her name is Nancy 5.2 tall and stats are 32-28-34. She has completed post-graduation and in the job-searching mode. She looks like. She left it until 10.00 before she decided to have that chat with Lynn, dialing the number from the card on her new private mobile, her business number, after all, anything on this mobile was going to end up with someone doing the business on her, well that’s what she hoped anyway.The conversation went well, eventually Lyn agreed not to mark her...well not too much anyway, a compromise they could both live with, then Lynn said something that got her attention.“Your sore aren’t you, sore but. That word doesn't really sound like me. Neither does gay or polygamous or whatever. I'm just me, and I happen to love two people who just happen to be different genders. Does that make sense?" Yeah," she sighed. "Sexual identity is a funny thing. People keep trying to put labels on everything and box people into easy categories. I'm only attracted to women, so when someone told me what gay was, I said that's for me." She chuckled a little as she said it."And I never really thought about women. She could hear her daughter’s son use words that degraded her in a most derogatory manner, intermingled with guttural moans as he used her mouth. Harry Bridger was never this forceful or rough, in the forty years they had been married and not once did he ever use such foul language in front of her. If he attempted to called her the names her grandson was at that precise moment, she would have slapped him from here to kingdom come. She could not understand why she did not stop the teen from.