I don't care, because you're the only woman I'd have been willing to have kids with anyway. Second, I don't care how many guys you've slept with, fuck...d, given blow jobs to or whatever, since you left. Maybe that's what I deserved for the way I acted with Gloria, I don't know. What I do know is I want you to come back home. I need you to come back. The third and last thing I want to tell you is that you're wrong about us not having kids together. I love you Ellen, but you're dead wrong about. Her birthday was on Sunday, and on Monday morning, when she came downstairs to go to work, he told her she was not to come back to that house. As far as he was concerned, she was dead. After he said that, he refused to acknowledge her. She said she was on her knees on the floor, begging him to talk to her, but he wouldn't even look at her.Her mother was just as bad. When she tried to go up to her room to pack a bag, her mother told her that they had paid for everything up there and they weren't. After she had investigated each fold and lump, she eagerly allowed her hands to find and lock themselves around the base of his slowly throbbing penis. While still holding firmly with one hand, maybe to keep it from getting away, her other hand began a miraculous journey up the craggy sides, following fascinatingly a distended vein until it disappeared just beneath the base of his foreskin. As she continued up she squealed with delight as she found that his foreskin moved. Slowly she retracted. He took Nick's hand as he led him to his room. Once they got there, Mike kissed Nick's lips. His hands played with his short, blonde hair and looked into his sparkling blue eyes."I've never had another man kiss me like that before." Nick saidMike looked at him and smiled. He kissed Nick again, but with more passion. He then took Nick's shirt off. Nick's body was a temptation all its own, firm in all the right places. Tattoos on his arms, chest, and back. His skin was smooth to the touch. Mike.