What’s the definition of a dead atheist?All dressed up and no where to go.These are compliments of Allan B.LA DRIVER’S LICENSE APPLICATIONGREATER ...OS ANGELES AREA DRIVER’S LICENSE APPLICATION:Name:______________ Stage name:________________Agent:______________ Attorney:__________________Sex: ___Male ___Female ___Formerly Male ___Formerly FemaleIf female, indicate breast implant size: ____Will the size of your implants hinder your ability to safely operate a motor vehicle in any way?Yes___ No. “Damnit! Could have worked this time, though.”“Way to easy to see through, sister. Ain't gonna happen that easily, sugartits,” Matt shot back.Ever since deciding they better stay friends, they had both practiced their pick-up lines on each other—the sillier, the better being the credo.She let out a heavy breath through her nose. “What did I tell you about this name? But, yeah, you’re right. My tits are drenched so now at least I have a good excuse to go topless too.”“Sure, su casa es su casa,”. I regained control of my breathing, and propped myself up on his bed. Now it was my turn. I pushed Keating's head back against the bed, removing him from the position above my penis. Then as he lay down, I started to suck on the bulge erupting from his jeans, soaking them with saliva, feeling the beat of his dick in my mouth. I unzipped the jeans and his clean-cut cock came right out to meet me. My mouth was over it in an instant. Keating's pubic plume rubbed against my nose, blonde like. What she was doing was extremely daring for her. Her eyes were shining a thanks up into mine. Reaching out I gently pinched both nipples, "Becca, you shouldn't be making such promises as this to a dirty old man. Especially since you've made it plain, in the past, that I can't have what this promises. Hell, we never have the time alone together anyway." I am closing manager tonight, and you are closing driver. I've always flirted and joked with you, just as you have with me, and I've always.