They are not the sorrowful tears of a lost love, but tears of despair and regret. The fragile, bony carcass of my lover is lying before me. I knew thi... was bound to happen, but still I drove this poor boy into a torturous existence that could only be relieved by death. I don’t even know his name. Shouts and screams are closing in the distance, and I can see the flickering, orange light of dozens of torches coming my way. They are searching for their loved one, and I let them, knowing exactly. I couldnt stop thinking about her lingerie and as normal on her nights out I went upstairs to our bedroom, took few beers up and found some pretty pink lingerie for me to wear for the evening. The feeling of the lacy panties around my cock, always got me off, but better still, the silky feel of her neglie against my skin topped it off.never wanting to admit my little fetish to her, I only had the chance to dress up once a fortnight and i always made the best of it. Searching under the drawer. "You," "So I'm in charge now, is that clear." Yes."The Door opened, an elegant lady entered, "Harry what...." Fuck off we are having it off" cooed May."Yes fuck off mother, I own this is quite agreeable," Harry added."Yes, all right, I shall leave you two love birds, but a bed is much more nicer," agreed his mother, she had despaired of his effeminate ways but now it seemed he had seen the light. Their passion continued but then the kitchen door was opening once again.May heard a muffled click. It occurs inside the mother’s heart.”Tricia stared at Annie. “What are you talking about?”“‘We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights, that among these are life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.’ This is what Thomas Jefferson wrote, and it is constantly quoted by the Pro-Life movement to argue that the moment a sperm hits an egg it immediately has the right to life. But what the Pro-Lifers.