And you’re killing me with this.’ ‘Then come with me. But please, Alex, don’t try to stop me. We’ll both end up getting hurt.’ ‘Jesus, K...ren, I wish you could listen to yourself.’ ‘Do you want the truth, Alex? The truth is, I don’t want to spend my life living on shattered dreams in this trap of a town. Mother’s a dreamer. My father’s a nightmare. You’re a dreamer, Alex. You always have been. All you do is spend your days pounding on the keys of your typewriter and dreaming about being famous. I posted part two.Yes, I am very real. The events were very real. The people I mentioned are very real. A few are actually Xhamster friends this very day. I imagine some newly present Xhamster friends will be part of a future part of my saga. But, I digress.As a single girl and living alone in an apartment in North Dallas about 1980, I would frequent certain disco clubs to dance. As I went dancing every week, usually on a Thursday night, I came to know the bouncer of one of the clubs, Tyrone. . I haven’t slept more than a few hours a night since it happened. I finally gave up trying to get to sleep around three in the morning. I sat up and stared out the window. Not staring at anything, just staring.I finally got up and took a shower at six when I heard people starting to stir in the house. The funeral isn’t until ten o’clock so I didn’t dress yet. I put on some shorts and a t-shirt and made sure I have my clothes ready for the funeral, for about the hundredth time.My best friend,. " Hell; let them think we're gay," Jen answered, "as long as you keep me CCCUUUMMMIIINNNGGG!"Pam pulled the vibrator out of Jen's twat while bending and replacing it with her tongue to lovingly suck and lick at the explosion of juices found there. Pam savored both the taste and ripe smell (which quickly filled the room) of Jen's cunt juices and when the well finally went dry and Jen's breathing started normalizing Pam asked, "So how do you feel?"Grinning wryly as she stood (with Pam's help as.