A year ago I was in rough shape. I had gotten over the death of my wife to the point where I decided to try dating again. It was one disaster after an...ther. Finally, Lexi had the courage to confide the fact, that her feelings towards me had gradually changed to the point where she was in love with me. I will be forever grateful to her for making my life full again.Lexi was in her senior year of high school, and had recently turned eighteen. Spring break was approaching, and to me it seemed like. The long tendrils on the sides of the forked tongue were capable of cracking if the whip was snapped properly. But Klarissa had swung intending a flat impact of the wide portion of the whip several inches back from the forked tip.Her aim and hand technique were exact. The whip uncoiled and slammed flat into Laura’s ass with a loud “Thwack!” that hid Laura’s soft grunt.“One,” counted Carly.Klarissa pulled the whip back by moving her hand high above her head and then snapped her arm and wrist. Debbie’s mechanic, Paulina, was ‘Pegleg Petrouchka, former ballerina for the last czar,’ now a feared and fearless rum smuggler in prohibition-era America. Debbie herself kept a diary that held everything from what she ate to her views on Plato’s Republic to conversations between herself, Homer, Sappho and Lao Tzu. Sometimes it seemed that she was actually speaking to Homer in person, which she was, because her thoughts and dreams were as real to her as the physical world she lived in and the. Too much away from home. Got some k**s but they are all good and I have paid out the divorce and still I am able to retire early. My house is paid for the car and boat and truck is all paid for and all family new. The bike is custom and all mine also. I have not contact with the es except for k**s issues but that is getting fewer. The k**s are all on their own so not too much input from me except the phone calls on a weekly basis to get updates. So really my life is good right now. I ride when.