He was on his fourth Scotch, which was about two more than his usual limit, when the awards ceremony began. He wasn't paying too much attention until...he heard the emcee intone, "And now the award for the most changed..." and heard the nervous tittering sweep across the room."Oh, shit," he muttered. "Well, what do you know!?" the host said in his best mock-serious tone. "We have a tie! Anybody wanna guess?...No, I won't keep you in suspense, it's Gene MacDonald and Leslie Fielding." It was. "I promise you won't like this for long. ash I want you to eat her out as I punish her if she squirts drink it and while you're at it." I pulled out ash's doll. "cum for me." ash had gotten to her feet but when my command was spoken she fell to her knees and grabbed her cunt as she not only came but squirted covering the grass with her juices. I turned back to Britney. I waited to ash to come down from her orgasm before I continued the punishment. when ash recovered she sat down with her head. "She took his right hand in both of hers, bent forward and kissed his cheek. A tear fell on it. She was at a loss to know what to do or say but at that moment heard the ambulance's siren. She rushed to the front door and opened it wide."He fell down stairs," she said to the leader of the team. "His left leg was already in a bad state and is now worse. The whole of his left side hurts, particularly his arm." OK, miss. Thanks."The team was quick and efficient although there were some gasps from. I couldn’t tell you what brand of tractor is being driven in a farm I walk by. Hell, if my car breaks down, I wouldn’t know how to fix it, unless it turns out it just ran out of gas. I feel like I should know more about this stuff than I do. As my dad would say, I don’t know shit about shit. And that bothers me. When I get to the little dirt driveway where my trailer sits -about a hundred feet behind the trailer where Edwin’s daughter Ashley lives with her four-year-old son, Russell- I stop and.