So we ask for your continued dedication. We’ll begin again tomorrow morning, with an even larger force of flying critters, who’ll interview anyone...they encounter by the side of the road. In exchange for this, the creatures they contact will be instructed on how to communicate with their humans. This means they’ll no longer try to destroy their human hosts, but will instead work with us, so we’ll get better and they can return home victoriously. With luck, we can settle this matter once and for. ’ She laughed, ‘Not every day you find ‘prime’ beef at the supermarket!’ I didn’t laugh at her joke, I just nodded. After a short pause, the voice on the TV droning on, I asked another question. ‘Babe, I was wondering about something. Remember that birthday card from your ex?’ I started. ‘Ummm,’ was Brit’s hummed affirmation. Her head turned enough that she could see my face. ‘Did you hear anything more from him? Was he trying to connect with you again?’ I queried, sounding as innocent as I. When we were chatting before, she told me how much she loves to dance.”This last comment seemed not intended as a justification, but rather to remind me that he and my wife had plenty of time talking before this evening.If Jason had started pulling Claire away from me, the other ‘pull’ going on was the addictive pull of what I can only describe as the drug of watching Claire with another man. As my beautiful wife Claire danced with this muscular black guy ten years her junior and towering above. ” Grabbing at his crotch, “Oh baby, I would love to wipe your ass with something white and creamy.” Love poems “Or I would love,” he continued, “to spread those rosy cheeks, Ram my cock in, as I watch your knees go weak. Smack you on the ass, hear you squeal in pain, You have told me it adds to the pleasure; so there my hand will remain. I would love to ride your ass, day and night, But if I did, I doubt it wouldn’t stay so tight. So it will have to be a yearly event; fucking your ass,.