My hate for her would never die. Oh no, it would indeed not ever die.I looked over at my sleeping wife. She did not deserve my angst. She deserved a m...n who was focused on her and only her. I determined to do just that from now on. I no longer had a family in Phoenix. They could all rot for all I cared. Was I being selfish and bitter? Many would say that I was. But, all the hot brown stuff that had been dumped on me was finally making an impact. I couldn’t deal with it anymore. I might be ugly. They spent all their time together talking about Alicia’s boyfriend. Then one day, Alicia caught her boyfriend texting another girl. Needless to say, they broke up.Since Kevin’s such a nice guy, he didn’t want to try anything with Alicia while she was upset. What he didn’t know was that Alicia wanted that very thing. Throughout the years, Alicia never forgot those rumors about Kevin’s big dick.Playing on his good nature, Alicia asked Kevin if she could come over and talk. He agreed and told her. She's good," said Ginger. "Marsha! On your knees!"Marsha obeyed, then looked up to the beautiful woman whose nest she was about to provide with oral pleasure. Her hands came up to push the floral skirt to Karen's waist. The silk thong was a complementary bright aquamarine. As Marsha pulled it down and off the woman spread her legs slightly."Ginger says you're good. Are you good, Marsha?" Marsha remained mute not knowing how to answer. "Well let's find out how good you are. Bring me off!"Marsha. I’m tearing up now, writing this. I loved that dog. ‘I miss you, Buster.’ After Buster, I decided that a mutt was a much better dog to own than a pedigree. So, I returned to the Animal Rescue League and adopted Brandy. Brandy, Dachshund and Shepherd, was a funny looking dog that the rescue had difficulty placing. Imagine for a second, a dog that looks like a German Shepherd, ears, coloring, and tail, but has an elongated body with short little legs. My brother used to call him Low Rider. Yes, I.