Can I say that?" "Dad!" Joe blushed. "I mean I know you're nineteen now, but son, seriously what's withthese trousers?" "Dad! They're made of pure hem...." Joe grinned. His 19th birthdayparty had taken place on an island in the south of Thailand. He'd neverforget that evening! "Hemp?" Barry, Joe's Dad, raised an eyebrow. "So I guess you'vebeen having a few horizons expanded over in Thailand?" "Shall we say... it was pretty far out!?" "I can't wait to hear all about it." Barry gave Joe a big slap. That night they both had the same dream. They were together at the funeral home, standing over their son’s casket. After a while they realised they were not alone. God was there, too. ‘Why have you done this to us?’ Anger took hold of them and they cried out. ‘Why have you taken our son? You didn’t even let us say goodbye.’ God didn’t answer. Instead He took the two in His arms and held them close. The funeral home faded away and was replaced by scenes from their lives, and from the life of. " Right. Sorry about overreacting." Can't say I've never thought about doing the same," Joan said. "Guyscan be real creeps sometimes." It felt odd to be excluded from thatstatement, to realize that whatever generalizations someone ever madeabout men, they would never again have me in mind. Conversely though,it was kind of nice to realize I was "one of the girls." I already hadsome sort of bond with my boss all based on that simple distinction. Itwas all sort of convoluted, so I just nodded. But. Her pussy now dripping mine and her cum as she screams in time with my thrusts into her “I'm. Going. To. Cum. Again!” her ass started to flex on my stone hard cock making it almost impossible to pull out or push deeper in and it pushed me over the edge as I grunt “Oh god here it cums!” I shot my first string of sticky hot cum deep into her asshole and she kept cumming. I could feel the jet of her orgasm slam into my ball sack. 'my god she was a true squirter! ' I thought. My second string of.