Moore took the thumb drive. A minute later he was staring at his screen. He knew that he wasn’t an artist, and didn’t see things with an artistic ...ye. However, he did recognize a photograph that packed a punch when he saw one. This one packed a punch! With a bit of deft publicity, it could become one of those iconic pictures that represents the plight of the elderly infirm.“Do you mind if I get one of our artists in here to look at this?”“I don’t mind,” Danny said afraid that he was going to. Thanks for reading!Late October, 2015No one said it would be easy.In fact, just about everyone said the opposite. They said you both were crazy, that it would never work, that it was a recipe for disaster, that it would be better to just call it quits before one of you ended up hurting the other.You're beginning to think they might have been right.It was your idea in the first place, maintaining a long-distance relationship with your highschool sweetheart. Always eager to avoid conflict, you. I kissed his head while he softly fondled my sensitive lips, still teasing them slightly. ‘Come here…’ I whispered in extreme softness, beckoning him to my face. Obeying, Wes kissed me passionately on the lips, tearing through my lips with his tongue. With a moan of despair at our schism, he quickly took off his pants and underwear before plunging his tongue back into my mouth. My hand crept down his chest, along his hot belly and softly touched the bulb of his penis. He gasped with my gentle. ?Wat voor penis zou hij hebben?...?Deze gedachte deed me rillen, was ik nu echt over andermans penis aan het denken???Zou hij een lange lul hebben? ?Weer die rilling en iets in mijn broek begon te kriebelen??Nee, nee?, dit kan niet gebeuren even aan iets anders denken??zou hij een dikke , vette lul hebben? ?Zijn ogen priemde in de mijne en alsof hij mijn gedachte kon lezen keek hij plots recht naar mijn kruis.Ik was niet zeker of je mijn beginnende opwinding al kon zien door de jeansstof.