M. Desmalions burst out laughing."Oh, of course, yesterday's trick, the telephone trick! You must admit it was funny. The Premier had to hold his side... when I told him of it." Upon my word, I see nothing to laugh at!" No, but, all the same, the rascal is never at a loss. Funny or not, the trick was extraordinarily daring. To cut the telephone wire before your eyes and then blockade you behind that iron curtain! By the way, Mazeroux, you must get the telephone repaired this morning, so as to. .. my little problem. And so, every Friday night ... every single Friday ... we got on the computer and video-conferenced. It's all I ever looked forward to in life. Period. She was all I had. She was my everything.When she didn't finish the doctorate, I was absolutely floored. She'd published some academic paper, and evidently some dude saw it and wanted her to join "his team." And so, away she went ... to North Friggin' Carolina! How could she DO that to me?! I was still stuck in the same. . Loves to fuck.... Loves to be fingered and eaten before she gets my cock.... Loves to ride and do those tits bounce..... Gets rather loud and vocal, loves calling me a nasty dirty boy and she loves being called a CFM slut....All that said at 61 I can only fuck that pussy for so long and I could tell she wanted more cock and a longer ride. So one night she comes to bed about 2am and is in complete horny wanted to be fucked mood. Love it when she starts pinching and biting my nipples, a sure. He had been enjoying some alcohol, as had I. The music was playing and all our guests had left. He came over and scooped me up and twirled me in the air and set me down dancing with me. I laughed at his antics and enjoyed the dance. When we were getting another drink because we were overheated I asked him why he didn't date any girl seriously.“Why would I? They are all immature and play games or too self involved. I decided that I wanted to wait before I did anything about that.” he replied as.