Karen was looking in on her son as he was finishing his homework. She was eagerly awaiting him to finish as she was looking forward to his servicing a... always.“Are you almost finished, Danny?” Karen asked wondering as she was looking in on him.“Yes mom,” Danny answered. “I just need to finish a few things here and there and it will be done.”“I’ll be waiting in my room for you,” Karen replied smiling. “Please come right to my room when you’re finished.”Karen left the doorway to her son’s room. JOHN McCAIN: My friends, the chicken crossed the road because he recognized the need to engage in cooperation and dialogue with all the chickens on the other side of the road.HILLARY CLINTON: What difference at this point does it make why the chicken crossed the road.DICK CHENEY: Where's my gun?COLIN POWELL: Now to the left of the screen, you can clearly see the satellite image of the chicken crossing the road.BILL CLINTON: I did not cross the road with that chicken.AL GORE: I invented the. ‘Do you really want to?’ she gasped. I sensed she was excited at the idea as I was. ‘Yes,’ I finally told her five minutes later as I pulled my softening and dripping cock out of her pussy. 4 — 6:15 p.m. May 27th 2008 ‘You’re eating here more often these days than you do at your own house,’ Mr. Wright, Greg, teased when Krissie and I arrived at the table twenty minutes later. I’d just spent the last hour and a half making love to his daughter and he didn’t have a clue. And if he had he wouldn’t. Scott wanted me to write another song for the concert tour. I had beentrying to find the emotions and feelings that were always the beginningof the inspiration for a song. Staring up into my mother's eyes, I foundit.I still didn't know exactly what to write about, but I knew it was onlya matter of time now. Whenever I felt like this, a song wasn't farbehind.When the song was over, my mom sat there for a few more minutes strokingmy hair as I tried to find a tune, some words, anything that would.