As he pushed in, the tip of the head gently touched my hole then slid up between my cheeks adding so much more sensation to his action. We were both q...ickly getting close to blowing and this time it was my turn to say “please don’t stop.” He just whispered, “I wasn’t planning to; don’t worry.” There followed a bit of a giggle then a loud grunt from Brett as he pushed in one more time. His hard dick pushed against my twitching hole and I felt it slip all the way in just as he blasted a big, warm. David was not only smart but he was very handy with his hands and loved building things around the house. Candy loved to sew. She turned her hobby into a business selling her crafts online. She had an array of female clientele that ordered items she made with her sewing machine from her web site. Candy was every man’s dream wife. A good cook, she kept the house nice and clean and had a talent for home decorating.Besides these tributes. She had an extraordinary body that most women would die. He spent his nights and days alone. Wondering what it was like to get company. He needed to socialize.What a foreign word.His mind, he thought, was free. Not knowing what the abuse was doing to him, he hoped his mind was intact. He wondered; could he even be mad or demand some form of justice?His memory remained blank and any kind of information about the time spent in metaphoric chains was lost. A blank canvas that did not mean anything.Lucian was dragged out of his cell and thrown into a new. I noticed the improvements as Zahrah and I made our way towards Amman, Jordan to enroll her in college, because the trip only took a little over three hours. It took two days for placement testing and registration, but Zahrah ended up a coed at the University of Philadelphia - Jordan, twenty miles west of Amman. Her first academic term would be filled with college prep courses, basic math and sciences mostly, but she now possessed a road map towards becoming a teacher and had the study material.