It was doubtful he had the same kind of inspiration with the males that wandered into his lair and came under his control.She pushed all those depress...ng thoughts from her mind.In her own quiet way she was beginning to understand what made the Ink Master tick when she witnessed the poor creatures he had caught in his web of sinful designs. She noticed that the ones he brought to the basement for special treatment were all extremely young and inexperienced and that they had a certain air about. "Police are called to an apartment and find a woman holding a bloody 3-iron standing over a lifeless man.The detective asks, "Ma'am, is that your husband?" Yes" says the woman."Did you hit him with that golf club?" Yes, yes, I did." The woman begins to sob, drops the club, and puts her hands on her face."How many times did you hit him?" I don't know -- put me down for a five."A golfer teed up his ball on the first tee, took a mighty swing and hit his ball into a clump of trees. He found his. ”“Just no swimming in the Emerald Lagoon,” Dad warned.“Oh, of course not. I don’t want to be eaten by a monster!” Laughing as I replied.“He’s really there, dragă. Have no doubt,” Grandpa chimed in.“Don’t worry Grandpa. Your tales were quite convincing,” I said as seriously as I could manage.Excusing myself, I picked up my camera and headed for the door. Passing the open, old wooden door that Grandpa had made so many years ago, I heard him say, “Did you see the ţâţe on our Verena?”“Shush now!. My mom was enjoying my video of masturbating all the time and I was enjoying her micro bikini kissing.One day again, me and my mom were at home. At 10 o’clock in the morning, there was phone call while I was in bed room. I am having parallel line in my bed room also. I picked up the phone, but at the same time my mom also picked up the phone. It was call of dad. They started talking.Hi, Jacky, why called me up.Yes, dear honey, I love you.Tell me why you called, my mom asked.My dad said there is.