I was a survivor, a lone survivor until the night that happened…Another night in the apocalyptic wastelands near the draining sea, where the water w...s going no one really knew, but the coasts were growing into deserts! I was caught out in the open, fallen due to lack of sleep and bare minimum food.It salivating head was dripping onto my nape as I was pressed into the dry sand, I was being attacked but it was, he was too strong! Amid my shredded clothes something thick and hot was pushing deep. Peter was instructed to maintain an erection all during dinner. For aboy his age, that is not difficult. Hank kept telling hisson how proud hewas of him, and what a good tight ass fuck he was. Peter'shair is growingout from the buzz cut we kept him in all the while he wasserving us, and Iasked his parents if they wanted his hair cut again.Theyhave not yetdecided. I brought with me to the party a flask of horse cumtaken frommasturbating the horses on the farm, and this I poured overPeter's. But I didn’t want to be done having kids. So I had plenty of my eggs frozen. I went for as many times as they’d let me get my eggs extracted. They’re now all in safe storage.”That was more information than I ever expected. We didn’t speak after that until we got to her place.I pulled into her driveway and asked, “Does Courtney know about you freezing your eggs?”“No she doesn’t. I’m waiting for the right time to tell her. Maybe when I’m Eighty or I’m on my deathbed. Maybe I should have some of. He put aside any thought of what she might do with others or what favors she might extend to them. Not his business.Nor was the extra tuition in evidence so far this afternoon. They worked on vocabulary and on something that confounded him—irregular verbs. English didn’t have them, he was quite sure of that. It had not occurred to him, a native speaker, that English was in fact filled with irregular verbs. In comparison with their French equivalents English verbs followed patterns that were.