I really regretted the fact that I was so dependent on the continual priming with hard spirits needed to keep me in a receptive frame of mind.It allow...d me to accept the stresses of continued existence in the midst of constant chaotic danger.I would be the first to admit the self-administered poison was my cross to bear for living a lot longer than most still retaining an ability to see the fact my future was extremely doubtful surrounded by a horde of enemies. The ones I knew were bad enough. The house was quiet as he stepped out into the living room. He saw Donna’s clothes in a pile on the floor. Her suitcase lay where he had left it, half open on the couch. Reaching down, he picked up her clothing and walked over to the couch. He opened the suitcase and stuffed them inside before quickly snapping it shut. The sound of the latches clicking closed felt good, like the closing of a too long left open chapter of his life. Picking up the suitcase he walked down the hallway to his. Long wet deep kisses still holding your cheeks apart& kissing and licking your ass u r squirming a little but, you like the feeling of me sucking and licking you moving my right hand to your pussy and the middle finger of my right hand enters you, moving my finger in and out of you and still licking your ass fingering you, licking you u r moving a lot more, up and down without a word you turn over and lay on your back i kook at you, lower my head and we kiss, we kiss long and hard my finger is. My son had married a hippy of sorts. She was, lets say, a free spirit; attractive is her own way and intelligent as hell. She was an extreme liberal in most everything political and social but she gave my son two beautiful children, Brandon, age 15 and Susan, age 18. My son was a cowboy at heart but a math teacher during the winter to keep food on the table and his son was a chip off the ol’ block. Every summer they operated a “Dude Ranch” that was financed by his wife’s father and that.