Or with any other part of mylife, especially with being a boy, for that matter.I guess I'm all mixed up, diary, so that's why its a good thing I gotyo... to talk to. So what can I tell you? Well, I'm thirteen years old, Ilive in Calgary, Alberta, Canada, and I got a mom, and a step-dad and abrother named John.I've had a lot happen to me in thirteen years, diary but I don't thinkI'm going to have a chance to tell you about it tonight, as my mom willbe coming up to check on me soon if she sees my. Kuch nahi matlab??? wo kaha haiwo mere bed par hai.tumhare bed par..yee aur uski panty ruby ke hath mei hai.. apki beti pure nangi haikya ..? kon ho tumm ..meri beti thik hai na.. use phone do.appki beti thik hai.. usne hi muje phone karne bola hai..kya.. par wo nangi kyu hai.nangi hokar hi to sex kar sakte hai..sexx.. meri beti sex kar rahi hai.. use phone do..umm deti hu par woo batt nahi kar payegi.parr kyon?uske muhh mei preeti ki chut hai.. sunooummm. ullff ullfff .. suna kya apne. She is probably in her late 30s, about 5’3” and quite curvy. Her long dark hair frames a medium brown face that usually shows a big smile. She has been working for me five years now and I have always been very generous in my Christmas present her and her family. Her husband is an unskilled laborer and I know it is been a struggle to raise their four kids.When I gave her the gifts that I had bought for her family, in addition to the usual thank-yous she had something else to say, “Mr. Tony, you. Quite honestly, it was rather dull and strayed more often than not from the intended subject and told her so. She cleared her throat and the smile fell away and she asked why I would suggest such a thing at which I time I had informed her that I too wrote occasionally various things. And so the debate began, she sat down. Man, what wit she had. A woman with a spunk I had never seen before, and those eyes...how fires raged within. While I defended my point quite eloquently, that fire within her.