My choice would be the splendid rose, a clichéd red one. Vivid like the cheeks of the blushing bride as she offers herself to the groom on her weddin... night, would be where I would feast. The rose, the place of such beautiful aroma, the bouquet enough to put the hardest person in a state of relax. Sometimes I wish I was an ant, all feisty and small working vigilantly to get the entire job done. And the strength you have as an ant would make anyone feel powerful. Imagine what a show you could. Totally hairless, it is a thing of beauty and I thought to myself of the pure pleasure I’m going to have savaging that perfect fuck hole. As she lay out before me, serene and almost innocent I thought silently that she seemed pretty much under my control, or at least my cock’s control, and I had a feeling that I’d be able to get away with anything I so pleased. I went down on her smoothly shaved pussy; I’m blessed with a long and incessantly probing tongue and as a result love cunnilingus. I. It made me feel better somewhat. I soaked in there until the water grew cool. Getting out I slipped on an old tee shirt that used to belong to one of momma's old boyfriends and a pair of panties before getting in bed.It felt odd sleeping in the middle of the day but I was tired and needed the rest. I must have dozed off as I was awakened by the sounds of the keys and voices. "Oh, you're so bad," I heard momma giggling as the door opened. Sitting up I noticed she wasn't alone. There was some guy. Nor have they given any evidence with regard to their Patriot Act claims."The judge looked pissed now, but I don't know if it was at my lawyer showing up or the FBI agent. He directed the FBI agent to just start again from the beginning."For the benefit of those now present, I am requesting Mr. Johnson be remanded to Guantanamo Bay for continued interrogation into his terroristic activities," the agent started. "He was positively identified to match a known terrorist. He was likewise in.