She is my oldest.”Then she left.“R-Ruthie, do you want to stay on top, or would you like to be on the bottom instead?”“If you promise not to c...ush me, I would like to be underneath. My Mommy said either works, so do what you want to me, please?”I took her arms pulling her chest to mine and rolled over easily and now she was looking up at me and was kissing me as I began very carefully controlled thrusts, watching her face contort to all kinds of fascinating expressions.“If we ever see each. She wanted to test her ability to endure suffering. After a few bites she pours herself a glass of white wine with a splash of orange juice. She eats another bite and pushes her plate away. Dirty is thankful for this little snack it fills the spot. Chayne pours him a glass of orange juice and adds a few sliced strawberries to the glass. Dirty asks Chayne if she wants him to take off. Chayne tells Dirty she will be needing to shower and get started for her day pretty soon but asks him to smoke. It was about a half hour later that he decided to do the laundry. He gathered all the clothes from the three various clothes hampers and laid them all out on the utility table in the laundry room. Then he began sorting through the items to separate the whites from the colors. Suddenly, he was holding a tiny pair of flimsy yellow panties in his hands. About to throw them in the pile for delicate items, Jason paused. He looked down at what he was holding and all of a sudden became a bit addled.. .. it was legal for me to possess the weapons. They introduced me to several pilots and suggested I visit Fokker in Amsterdam.Been there, done that. The plant was ... Okay ... but nothing to write home about. Valmaat was building better aircraft. Fokker was still working with biplanes and fixed gear. We stayed longer in Amsterdam because Dal wasn't ready for us in Belgium.I made the call."Dal?" David?" Yes. Are you ready for us?" I asked."Do you think she'll still fit?" Dal asked."Dal ... it's.