Second, if a piece of my underwear is damaged, you'll loan me the most satisfactory replacements, if I need them to go to lunch or to get home."For yo... to get home, sure. You won't be wearing any underwear to lunch!"A look into her eyes told me she was very serious about winning. I wondered if Brandy might actually know what she was doing. They had a small extra bedroom, with nothing in it but two sleeping mats, a chair and a small table. We carried the table and chair into the living room, put. One of those differences is the need I sometimes get to share random facts. Here is the latest one: I have recently decided to live my life to the fullest. Of course, that resulted in the creation of a bucket list. So far, I checked off a few itemsthe coolest being learning Parkourbut with the drop in temperature brought on by the approach of winter, completing the many outdoor activities that appear on my list has gotten more difficult. Because of this, I chose to complete one of the easiest. That fucker took away my feelings of security. I wish I could gut him. Or, better yet, saw his fucking head off ... or maybe not. I don’t know how that would affect me. Probably very poorly.Upon reaching home, I dismounted and pushed my bike into the garage. I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to ride it again — another thing to be mad at that fucker for. I love riding my little Yamaha. It gave me the freedom to move around; to go places with friends. Perhaps, if I had the Djinn change it to a. ){We’re going to blow the crotch out of your gym shorts this time Coach, get a grip on my hand and hang on, here comes my cock}Sher turned to look at Alana and asked, “Coach Lehr, are you alright? Are you having cramps?” she asked as she and Melanie reached out to grab her arm. I tried to stop them, but I was too late!“OH FUCK!” Sher shouted as she and Melanie were hit with the same force Alana experienced. Melanie looked at me and grinned ... it was really a grimace, as her orgasm slammed her.