”Carrie continues to look at him with defiance. Finally she relaxes a little, letting her hand slip from the handle.“Let me take you off these str...ets,” he offers. “I’m not well off, but I am a teacher and I care.”Her face softens as she looks at him. “Would I have to fuck you?”Robert’s lips curl up at the corners slightly. “Only if you wanted to.”“I ... I want to...” she murmurs.“You’re excited about the idea, aren’t you?” he asks.“Well ... you kind of remind me of my dad.”“Oh? And how’s. .Ohhhh...Wonderful..it was above 8 inckes and 3 inches width and also uncut.Showly I placed my hand on it and removed its upper skin to back.It was black in color and wet.With my fingers I touched its hole.It seems its mouth is too larger and it was my small finger width.I satisfied my self and leisurely asked him his name...Seenaiah......farmer.Married . four c***dren.I asked him do you like to stay whole night?..He agreed.He asked me do you like me or not?....i liked your personality.Here I. The footsteps came closer until finally what seemed like a violent knock on the door flew it open. With a spurt of nervous laughter, in walked a short-ish, fireplug bodied, blond, curly haired girl with smiling blue green eyes. She looked somewhat like a miniature, sturdier version of Aunt Amy."Hi Bobo" she said with a sing-song voice. I hated when they called me that. Having the name "Bo" was tough enough. "Bobo" went beyond the pale. "Hi Cassy" I replied. "How's church camp treating you? Any. Unbreakable, but both kittens looked at us with such affront as they licked the water off their coats. We couldn't help but laugh at the two soggy kitties."I think were gonna have to teach them to stay off the stove." I think they just taught themselves."The other crash was the cannabis plant: an interesting mix of mud and pottery shards all over the kitchen floor. I got the broom and mop again while Chris picked up the pieces of flowerpot. "How come you have a pot plant? You told me you hadn't.