. umh ... fuck it, they were so perfect they made a convincing argument for man-made.Maybe cow faced made ... how about it? Did you guys set us up? Hu...? C’mon ... fess up.I wasn’t ... not Really ... expecting an answer. And I didn’t get one ... not right away.Except.The miner started showing up in the middle of my dreams. What ever the action, he was an island of calm in a sea of turmoil. A pastoral peace in the mountain meadow wild flowers. Never drew attention to himself ... he was just .... Tokhan tomader dekhte dekhte bhabtam ami kobe tomake dia ador korabo. Aaj amar asha purno holo. Ebar dujone dujonke chumu khate laglo ar Baba Maar mai tepar speed barate laglo.Maa: uuuuumm aaaahhhhhh aaeeee ki koooorchooooooo amiiii ar parche na. aaj thake sob tomaar. Tapoooo jore. 34 bochorer uposhi sorir ta ke thanda koro. ooooooooo…. Aaaaaaa…..ae ki korchoooooooooo….. amaar lojaya korche and closed her eyes. She then hugged my father tightly and planted kisses on his lips .Baba Maar. Our hosts, Bret and Denise, were nudists, as were Laura and me, and we all wandered around their townhome in various states of undress. I had fallen asleep on the couch completely naked and now became aware of my hard-on as I stirred to consciousness. My hand wandered down to my shaft, and, eyes still closed, I explored my stiffness with my fingertips. I lightly stroked my balls, then gripped my cock and began masturbating with long, slow, easy strokes.“You better save that for me!” I. “Who is your father?” The man asked.“Poncho Bautista, the Great, Great, Great, Grandson of General Poncho Bautista.” Jesus shared.The man looked at his drawn gun. He put it back into his holster. “Then it’s true. When I was your age, I witnessed a friend of mine murdered by a drug lord. His first name was the same as mine. I’m certain they killed him because they thought he was me. That night my mother prayed and listened. She told me I would see the General rise again. I would join him.” The.