For me, it just depends on what day it is and what I’m going through at the time. Blue is one of those colors that embody complexity – it can be d...pressed and hopeful simultaneously, like the sky. Its distance is limitless to those of us who wish to reach for it, but at times we feel as though the further we reach the further away it seems to be. But today, as I talk to you, blue is the color of my pain. As I sit here at my computer desk, I play with the buttons on the keyboard of my PC trying. It was so they could communicate while flying.“That would probably be best,” I agreed in my own booming Dragon voice, and we turned to avoid the worst of the storm. This was of little help for a while as the storm was very wide. We eventually did come to its outer edge.“Are you all right?” Ken asked after we had cleared the edge of the storm.“Yes, now. Where did that thing come from?” I asked.“Who knows. It’s probably just a natural weather phenomenon,” he told me, as we flew around the storm.. "I just thought it would be a nice change for her, but as itis late I'm going to have sort it out in the morning" I used to hate it when I was your age having to sleep in rollers, but Isuppose it's the price we GIRLS have to pay to be pretty and I see MYnighty you have on fits YOU perfectly and I must admit looks sooo niceon you "Jane said as she was walking around me."I'm glad it fits you, it was made for you, Gary must have had your sizein mind when he bought it for me, and I hope it is comfy. She gasps in pleasure and pain, writhing against the tree, rough bark rasping against her soft skin and tangling in her long and silky hair as she arches her back, eyes still closed as she savors the lash, gentle and rough alike. He beats her breasts again, then her thighs, then caresses her with the lash, and again, before a strike across the midriff that knocks the breath out of her. Then he drops the flail, bringing his fingers up between her spread legs, spreading her labia wide and.