“I’ma nut,” he warned. “I’m finna nut!” His body quaked as he shot gobs of gooey, sticky cum on the tart’s face. “Got dayum, bitch!”...��You like that,” giggled the jizz-covered cute.“Hell yeah,” he huffed. “Damn! You’s a pretty muthafucka.”“Thank you, bae!”“Next time I’ma fuck dat ass,” he pinched one of the pierced nipples.The host gave the guest a warm washcloth. He cleaned up and left. The resident showered quickly, set the alarm, and drifted to sleep.The slumbering homeowner was Jarrell Nixon. I took out a pin and poked tiny holes through it. I was going to ruin his life just like he ruined mine! He was going to know what it was like for me, all the fucking sacrifices I made for this burden I called my son. I was just about to put the tainted condom back under his mattress when Jimmy walked in. He was shocked, screaming at me to explain myself. Well, I just told him the fucking truth. I yelled at him that he was a mistake and that I regretted the day he was born. He was furious!. You were so helpful, and I couldn’t do it without you.Me: Well, you were a good student.P: Let’s meet in the evening; I want to give you a treat.Me: Sirf treat se kaam nahi chalega.P: So what else?Me: Candlelight dinner.P (After a pause): Ohk Done. Pick me up at 6.Even I was surprised that she agreed, and inside I was happy that I will have such a nice company in the evening. When I went to pick her up from my bike, I was dumbfounded. She was looking absolutely stunning. She was wearing a black. “We need to discover the donor’s receptivity to collection,” Pius said. “Where is that fellow—Ramsey Smith? I understand he makes any arrangements regarding Jack Adams.”“Oh. He was here at 11:00, the scheduled start time for this meeting,” said Rosie Palmer, the administrative assistant taking notes at the meeting. “The gavel called the meeting to order at 11:14 and Mr. Smith left the room at exactly 11:15. I am informed by Ms. Baines, Mr. Smith’s administrative assistant, that Mr. Smith will.