.." We are both bringing love, each to the other. The rest isn't important, darling," said the twenty-five year old blonde as her arms went around the...thirty-nine year old."You know I'm almost old enough to be your mother," whispered Lynn."What's most important is that you're old enough to tighten that beautiful Black pussy around my White cock," responded Denise slipping her erection into the steamy dripping vagina of her lover."Fuck me Denise! Fuck your slave!" begged Lynn, her legs opening. Even the bedroom upstairs had little beds, seven in all!"Well, who ever it is that lives here, I'll make them something to eat. Maybe they can spare a bed for the night."By dusk, seven little men were making their way home from the diamond mine. When they entered their little house, they were surprised to see a pot of soup boiling over the fire."Okay, which one of you lugheads left the fire going?" demanded the head dwarf, Dick.The rest of the dwarfs looked at each other, shaking their heads. You were born for third. But you play too deep. The dirt is fine for power hitters like Karim and Michael. You should be in the grass for everyone else. With the weaker hitters, I don’t care if you get as close as the pitcher—I hate seeing them get infield hits—unless you have a runner on second base to worry about. Go get ‘um Brooks!”“Watch that, I’m no girl!”With gusty laughter, “Brooks Robinson, that is, the best third baseman in major league history.“Sean, you better mean him!”Jeff lays. " Then she started sobbing again. I put my arm around her and let her cry. This time she didn't pull away. It was obvious that I wasn't going to get anything out of her until she composed herself; I just had to wait.But as I waited my mind was imaging all kinds of scenarios. Did she drive her car to the party and have an accident? Was someone seriously hurt in the wreck? Did she find out she has cancer? Did she find out from my last physical that I had cancer? No, her 'I didn't mean to and.