I’ve been too poor to add to my die cast car collection, when buying food was more of a priority than buying toys. Feeling my key fobs and looking a... my models allows me to pretend that I actually own one of those cars. ‘Poor, poor, pitiful me. Woe is me. Yet, I should have a problem. I have my health and I found my passion of writing stories for the salvation of myself and for all of my fans.’ Feeling sorry for myself, I’m jealous of the rich who have everything as opposed to the poor who have. It won't h-happen again."The brown turian was standing in front of her again, far too close and towering more than a foot over her tiny frame. She could feel the warmth of his alien body and she did everything in her power to avoid looking at his face, staring off at one of the massive pictures of Eden Prime on the vid screen. She felt his scaly hand cup her face and every muscle stiffened, "I am glad you got here first, Commander. I have to confess, though...I was expecting something. I could feel her lips around the base of my shaft and her nose pushing up against my scrotum. We both shivered and I slipped the little finger another knuckle into her ass.I was savoring the new sensation of being buried in my wife’s throat until she began pushing up frantically. Shit, she couldn’t breathe. It had been years since I had gone deep and I’d forgotten about that aspect. I quickly lifted out of her mouth and she gasped for breath. After several deep breaths, she said, “Again”. He looked good in it, but just a bit more... severe and seriousthan usual. Which, he supposed, was exactly what he was shooting forafter the undignified things he'd experienced in the electronics storeand the lounge yesterday.After one last gulp of coffee, Tyler slipped into a pair of white pumpswith three-inch heels, shouldered his burgundy leather purse, and wentoff to face the day. Amber watched him leave and didn't shut the door tothe dorm room until after Tyler had disappeared down the.