My firstborn child was brought into this post-Doomsday world at slightly past 2 am, 1 August, 2013. Anne Arwen Schumacher weighed seven pounds, six ou...ces, and her mother was so drained that she had to sleep before she could actually see her. She had Ninve's grey-green eyes and my own dark brown hair. She was named after the doctor who delivered her and also saved her mother's life in the process of such a difficult birth, while her middle name came from her mother's favorite character from the. Me: hi how are you?Saritha: fine.Why there is no msg no calls from last one week.Me: I just ignored her and told that I was busy in work because of which I couldn’t SMS nor call.Saritha: I know very well that u ignored me only, as previous time end all even if you are busy you find time and chat with me.Me: I just told now I am little busy in office will catch you later and hung the call.After this chat, I smsed her after two days as a casual chat, but there was no response from her.After. "You like the feeling of my cock inside you? You want me to offer it to you hard?" Shhh! We’re out of time. So less talk - more fuck," I grunt as I strive to catch my breath.Now, Darren is carrying me over to the bed in his arms, impaled on his stiff, long shaft like a chicken on a skewer. We fall onto the bed, and when Darren crashes on me within a brief moment after I hit the mattress, his cock hammers into me so deep that I scream out loud in sheer discomfort."Sorry," Darren apologizes, and. Kinda cute! I also had an older brother, but this isn’t about any of them.The first time I met a girl whom I thought was pretty, it was the initial night that I went to Cotillion. Yeah, that’s where I got the idea for writing about ‘Charles, Claire & Kalista.’It was 1964, and I was eight years old. The Cotillion was happening in the Knights of Columbus’s hall in our town on Tuesday nights. Two weeks after school was over - I was expected to put on my Sunday best; white shirt, black pants and.