It will go up in one of the two holes your women have available. My asshole was tighter than my pussy back when I was eleven. I hoped we would get to ...leep together at least once before I left. I cut a Mr. David in half and worked up to having it in my butt before I started driving here for the funeral. I took it out before I went to wait on you in your game room. Now relax and go back to sleep. It isn’t coming out of my ass even if you get limp or screw my ass until you cum. My asshole is that. I know he is shy. And he has been out of the dating scene for over twenty years and it can't be easy getting back into it. BUT, I'm also not his therapist helping him regain some self-esteem and confidence. Geeze, see? There I go again, over-thinking everything. Anyway, if I 'date' him again I will be sure and write you about it.To: JPB 3/29/07I just got off the phone with Matt. I told him I would go to the party with him, but that I'm NOT spending the night.I need to sit down and write about. Alice also announced that her echo ranging suggested that there were more caverns in this mountain. She likened it to a monster Swiss cheese. Alice suggested that we limit ourselves to this cavern right now and wait until later to open up any more chambers. That sounded reasonable to me, particularly after she said that she had found a good place to connect this chamber with our current home. I admit it—I had visions of converting this mountain into a vast apartment complex.That night, after. I poured myself a cup of java and joined them at the table. Pen handed Manuel his and his wife’s wages, and the barman went back to work.When it was just the three of us at the table, I floated the ideas about changing the saloon that I’d thought of yesterday. Pen listened carefully and agreed that my ideas had potential, except he thought that the ideas would work best in an entirely new establishment. Liz agreed with Pen, and there at the table the seeds were planted that grew into the El.