Why do ya gotta get so personal?" Because we're talking about personal shit here! And you can't tell me what to do, because we're not in your territor... here. You don't know shit about love or loss or anything because you've never even loved. And I'm sick of your shit and you ragging on Jen all the time, like it's supposed to make me feel better if you call my ex-girlfriend a slut or something. So why don't you go out and get some knowledge about the world and a real fucking relationship and. That just made my mouth water!Then John came out to speak with her and he introduced us. All polite greetings were exchanged and she left. He and I spoke, and he asked what I thought of Mary. I told him she was cute and hoped she was good for him. That was all I could politely say since I was dating and in love with the little red-haired girl.Mid-year at university, I came home for Christmas and got a call from John that he was getting married to Mary. He asked me to be his best man and I. He opened the the door and held it for me as I walked in as he smacked my ass when u walked by. When I walked in the living room Steven was sitting on the couch stroking his cock while watching gay porn. Steven is a white skinny kinda sissyish guy but only when he's talking to Darrel. He's probably 130 pounds and bout 5'9 with medium leingth dirty blonde hair. His cock is 7 inches but so Damn thick I mean I barley could open my mouth wide enough to suck it. When he seen me he stood up and. ”“You are welcome, and I mean it, too. We are going to have a busy Monday. We have to register our company name and probably pay a fee; we have to find a lawyer; and we need to print up some business cards for us. At least, we can use our home computer for printing the business cards. Oh, and another thing: we have to get you a driver’s license.”“John, I don’t think that I could take the driver’s test.”“Sure you can. It’s a multiple choice test, and you never have trouble with that sort of.