That stupid fuck, telling me that he loves me in a way that lets any reader on this website know about it before me. How could such a wonderful man be...so dumb, using AOL or Hotmail or Yahoo or whatever to tell me those three magic words!'Speak for yourself, John Alden.'And who the hell is this Aleta cunt he wrote about? Sean says he loves me, but he writes all about fucking some girl's ass and falling in love with her. So what if it was years before he met me. Sean, you bastard, you should have. They can throw torches at each other for all I care. Once I have all four Dragon Stones – or even one of them – there will be nothing stopping me from claiming Orran’s throne for myself, Carver thought.The Dragon Stones. Mystical elven relics used in their war against their oppressors, the legendary dragons of old. Each one was supposed to grant dominion over dragons, allowing the wielder to call upon and dominate dragons within reach. Also, each one was capable of stealing a particular. I leaned on ma elbow placed my hand on her back just above the point her crack started I started giving a slow massage and going close to her ear said would you like me to give you a massage she smiled with her eyes half open said my man knows the way I like it she said but before that I and u need to have a bath I was excited and already had a bulge in my pants she got up and holding my belt why do you wear such tight pants you meat must be uneasy by now giggle Common lets checkout the. ” I got from between Veronica’s legs and pulled her nightie back down to her knees. I lay on my back, pulled up the bed covers and closed my eyes. What had just happened? NOW The day before my 58th birthday, I rang the bell on Gaynor’s door, heard the unknown tune from somewhere up above and waited as footsteps descended the stairs and approached on the other side of the door. “Who is it?” asked the familiar husky voice. “It’s me, Richard.” “What’s the password?” I smiled and wracked my brain.