Personally, I thinkyou look amazing. Who gives a fuck what the haters think?"With a few careful tugs, Tamara was able to keep the tower standing after...lucking the wooden piece. "Funny how all of those 'haters' are DivineFeminine zealots."Lois nodded. "And you couldn't give two fucks what they think anyway, doyou? Now if you ask me, I figure maybe an extra tuck at your..." NO," Tamara firmly interjected. "I'm done with body mods, Lois. No joke.This is what I've got. Take it or piss off."Lois. Vroeger fantaseerde ik altijd over mijn Tante Ineke. Ze zag er altijd zo mooi en sexy uit.Het was inmiddels al weer tien jaar geleden dat ik haar gezien had. Ik trok de stoute schoenen aan en besloot haar te bellen of ze het niet erg vond of ik een keer langs kwam.Ze klonk er enthousiast en we maakten een afspraak voor de volgende dag. met het hart in mijn keel reed ik die dag naar mijn Tante. Ik kon s`` nachts niet slapen. Wat zal ze aanhebben. Die gedachte gingen tijdens de rit naar mijn. He asked me what I was into, I replied with a bit of wanking and maybe a blowjob. He said he was the same and asked if I was gay or bi. I replied bi and he bent over and took my cock in his mouth. He ran his tongue all around the head and took it all in his mouth.After a couple minute I thought I'd return the favour and took my dick out of his mouth and bent over and started to suck him off in return, his dick was hard in my mouth and he seemed to be enjoying it as he was pushing deeper down my. One even had a picture of him with wings.’ Karen drew in another breath. She had found out about Tommy’s death a year after the accident. He had been on his way home when a truck merged into his lane at too high a speed, pushing Tommy forward and into the median. He had died from his injuries on what had been Karen’s wedding anniversary. Dad had forwarded Joan’s letter with the poems to Karen and she was never sure how,or if, she should respond. Joan’s letter had brought back those old feelings.