I hadn't planned on making a big deal out ofthis, but I somehow had a candle in my pocket and was now struck by theurge to use it."You're something el...e, dude," George said as I pushed the birthdaycupcake his way. "Who carries a fucking candle in their pocket?" Just make a wish and blow it out," I said. The candle wasn't part of thetradition, but it seemed right somehow."Okay, but I'm wishing for a steak and a blowjob." He blew out thecandle, removed it, and ate the cupcake in two bites before. "I just want to tell my wife the word is sternum."Dear Family & Friends,I am sorry that I have not been consistently responsive lately to your emails. I have been somewhat under the weather since my doctors informed me that I have an acute case of Post Islamic Stress Trauma with Apologetic Whitehouse Fatigue (PIST-AWF). For those of you who do not know what that is, PIST-AWF is a newly defined disease that is found to be widespread and highly contagious.Symptoms include, but may not be limited. His friends would love to fuck Kevin’s mother. If she were in the right frame of mind, she might have had sex with all his friends. She liked his friends to know they’re special to her. She gave them all tasks to do around the house and would often give them a pat on their asses, or a feel to their biceps or if they were lucky she may have moved her hand in front of their pants to get a feel of their cocks.Jack has been the lucky friend who had Dara feel him over his jeans on his dick. After. " That scared me; I wondered what for."Gotcha. Four second burst this time, and fire the Hellfire's at the end just like last time, starting... Now!" Once again, the world exploded."That's it. Out of ammo. How you guys doing?" Amy asked. Was she laughing? Not for long as Samantha answered."Not so good, Amy. There are still more coming. You gave it a good try, sister; I guess we do it my way now." She sounded sad."Not on your life, Sammi. Literally. You girls get your heads down, and get your.