I’d read about a man who nearly killed himself by drinking a bottle of Scotch. At my local supermarket I found that they had a special offer on a br...nd of Irish whiskey I’d never heard of before. Scotch, Irish, what difference would it make? If one bottle wasn’t enough to kill, I needed at least two. Hell, why take chances? I bought five. It wasn’t as though I would need the money any more. The cashier was extremely suspicious and I had to prove I was over twenty one before she’d let me buy. She shifted her body, one of her twin braids sliding off her side, the other still draped down her supple back.I drew back my cock. Carsina gasped. Her bowels clenched down on my dick. The friction increased. My crown drank it in. I groaned and then rammed into her depths, filling her to the brim with my shaft. The pleasure spilled through me. It felt so incredible about my dick. My balls tightened as they smacked into her flesh.I thrust again and again into her velvety heaven. I savored the. The table cloth reached the end of the floor..” And i began to give him a slow blow job and cream spread all over his rock hard cock. I licked up all the cream from his cock and i could also taste a little pre cum then I put his cock back into his jeans and got back to my seat..I got up and picked up the strawberry and ate it “Heyy, I thought we were sharing” He was smiling and pulled me into a long kiss and ate haft of the berry from my mouth.. We finished the desert and headed to his place... My heart belonged to another…….. the necklace …… dress…….. wedding gift to me……….. someday our daughter may ask about her father………………… cowboy……………… ……………. He tried to make out the other words, but Logan guessed tears had fallen on this page from the shape of the stains in the words. Setting them all to the side was tough, but morning and chores came early. He washed the grime from the attic away and got ready for bed. He drifted off with images of Emma and their wedding in his mind. Logan was.