On the forums themselves readers seemed to either just not comment on his story or make passe remarks on how it was not their thing, or it needed work... The private email response however was less candid: "Why do you keep writing this crap? You just waste bandwidth. Give it up already." remarked one."Buy a biology book you retard, you really don't get it do you. Deep space is hotter than you are." wrote another.The days passed and nothing improved; Jerry's heart sank. He was sure 'Bob Slutifies. What to do, well this morning there's the housework but just as soon as the sun appears on my patio it time to stop and take in a few rays.By 1 the sun had cleared the trees and our back garden was in full sunshine. I had a quick shower and changed into my bikini bottoms and picked up a bottle of chilled white wine and my afternoon was complete.I don't know how long I dozed on my lounger but suddenly I was wide-awake."Wash your car for you Missus," said a voice coming from the side of our. Curtis also claimed that he hadn’t seen me outside his office. I don’t know why it hadn’t occurred to Harris that Curtis must have been in contact with Simmons somehow. I thought it was most likely by mobile phone. I know that Harris had arranged for Curtis’s registered mobile to be tracked. Whenever he made or received a call on it, records of whatever cell he was in were being kept. But back at that time it was quite easy to lay your hands on an untraceable mobile, come to think of it, it. She could see Mike's cock sticking out between her legs. She spit on it and began to suck it. She was getting her man's cock ready to enter Tammy's tight lil brown eye. She removed him from her wet mouth and spit on Tammy's asshole. She rubbed the saliva deep inside with her finger and massaged the hole in and out. She grabbed Mike's hard cock and inserted it inside Tammy's hole. Slowly she took it in. Mike rocked to get it deeper with each thrust. Tammy tried to place her legs on top of Mike's.