"This much." And then I showed her.Life is pain. My mother told me that once. Not the mother produced by my fragmented psyche, but my real mother. I w...s eight years old and it was after one of my many run-ins with Izzy in a tormenting mood. You have to learn to accept the pain, because it's always going to be there, in one shape or another. It doesn't last, she told me. It passes. All things pass.She was wrong about that. But then, she was talking about regular people.The clock on the night. You know real suave and sexy. Well realistically, no, probably not, just the opposite in fact.But it wouldn’t matter because I would say, no, you aren’t taking them anywhere. There is absolutely no way I am going to let you fuck their virgin cunts or have your nasty tentacles up their asses. I won't have you making them whimper, begging for freedom. No, I will not let you enslave them. They will never have to lick the slime off your dicks. You will not put them in your oven sized cunts. I won't. We got back to the hotel and my mother went for a nap while I decided to go in for a shower,like at home we didn't use locks over her so I was pumping my foreskin back and forth thinking of earlerwhen I looked beside me and Stephen was their naked dripping with sweat and watching it drip down his hairy body was so hot.He was having a piss but his cock was getting fatter and fatter it was making it more difficult,"You like what you seen earlier bud,I haven't washed my finger you want a taste of. The guy wanted oral before he made his way home. Ten minutes and fifty bucks later, Angel pulled herself out of his car. He sped off, to no doubt go home and kiss his unknowing wife. She continued along the outer edge of the parking lot, closest to the busy road. She had just gotten to the pizzaria, which was closed for the night, when she heard the faint sound of shouting over the cars roaring past. She turned to her left, looking across the busy road. There seemed to be a brawl going on at.