Till lunch I read, only way to spend the day, had a bell I would ring, signaling Baby I wanted my lunch, always either tuna, chicken, or turkey salad ...erved on an avacado or tomato, cup of fresh squeezed juice, Baby made lemon ade, he made the best. He was at my feet, eating his lunch, everyday for lunch was allowed to eat a salad, out of his bowl, greens, olives, and tomatoes,sprinkled with my snots, always saved my boogers for his enjoyment, his chunk of bread I drizzled with my urine,. Now let me describe her, height is about 5”, having a fair complex with 32-30-36. She used to apply some make up on her face.Then after two days her husband went out of town and will be coming home late at midnight only, she informed me that she will be coming to my house at 4 pm so I took one hour permission and went home and ready for the action. I had left my door opened she immediately came inside the room and locked the door.I immediately lifted her and took her to the bed room and threw. . probably a hundred times. Now go ahead and talk to us . . . make us shoot our loads all over you. Where do you want me to shoot my load little sister?" Courtney had noticed that Jim had knelt down by her head. She had never done it before, but she wanted him to shoot off in her mouth. Her friends called it a blowjob, which she thought was too kinky, but given the pleasure he had shown her . . . she wanted to please him this way. "Jim . . . I want you to shoot. She decided to enter this world earlier that they expected and my father rushed us to hospital. Unfortunately he drove too fast in the wet weather and we never got to the hospital, at least not to the maternity department. I was only two years old at the time and all I can remember is the sudden stop, the tremendous noise and the glass flying everywhere. It still comes back to me at nights when I feel lonely.???But you found out what happened later????Yes, Grandma kept all the cuttings and.