Those that continued to dance with me respected that."Dr. Gardner turned to Jerry and asked, "Jerry, can you understand the difference in physically c...eating and emotional and mental cheating?"Jerry's jaw clenched and he replied, "Does it make any difference to the cock spurting cum inside her?"Dr. Gardner didn't say anything and Jenny felt tears begin to well up in the charged silence. Finally Jerry continued, "I'm sorry. I didn't even mean that. I do understand the difference and it's. "Then one day a doctor told my mother that she had lung cancer, and that it had spread throughout her body and she had but weeks to live. My mother made arrangements for me to live with a friend of hers. My mother's friend had been of the Faith, and had moved away some years ago when her husband was killed in an accident. Then one day my mother was dead and I was living with a stranger and I felt -- lost. Still, the questions I had were ones I only asked myself and I felt smug because I knew. ”“That’s so sad,” remarked Howard as he thought about it. He asked, “What is it that he likes to do?”“He likes to hunt rocks and ride his horse. This trip would be good for him, but he’s stuck walking. He hates hiking. He feels that you don’t get the big picture so close to the ground,” replied Ling.“But he’s so confident and focused.”“Yes, he is. He’ll work himself to death in order to right some wrong. I know that he’s come close to that in the past.”“When?”“Have you been with him to an IRS. ”“I wanted to bring you breakfast,” she teased“Spit it out. What is the real reason you are here?”“Well,” Christy began, “you remember my friend Ann from college?”“Ann… oh yeah, the blonde with great tits and ample junk in her trunk,” Will told her. “Yeah, I remember her but why do you ask?”Christy snorted and said, “I want you to fuck her and show her what hot sex is like, that it is not boring, and is fun.”Will, who had just taken a drink of milk, started to cough and spit milk everywhere at.