It's dangerous. For the near future, I plan to have a bit of a detox after tonight's show. I've been drinking like a fucking hobo this week, straight ...hiskey for fucking breakfast. And lay off the cigarettes for a bit. When I don't drink, I get to eat more. My alcoholic phases go hand in hand with my anorexic phases. When I'm sober, I go back to the bulimia. I have this one thing, a long-term plan, can't be done yet. It's sort of a pipe dream, but that would be like an end goal.Q: What's. “Well, I think mummy can find some useful purpose for this nice hard cock of yours!” I started to roll on my back so she could suck my dick, when she stopped me. “Oh no Mark,” she said, pulling me back on top of her. “I have a better idea tonight.” I lifted my hips a little as she started to rub the head of my cock against her moist pussy lips. She then startled me as she firmly guided it right up to her pussy lips and then slipped my cockhead in. I instinctively knew what to do. I pushed. " Oh... thank you. You're very sweet. Can I ask you a favor?"He smiled and nodded.Quinn pointed to his right cheek. "Could you give me a little kiss onmy cheek? Just a little one."The boy's smile widened and he blushed as he leaned forward and kissedQuinn's cheek, then hustled as quickly as he could back to his mother."Thank you," Quinn smiled. "Now, it's very, very important that if anyof you ever speak to my betrothed, please, please, PLEASE don't tellhim that I asked for a kiss from another. He said, “Sure, I’ll give it a try.”After hearing all kinds of noises coming from the kitchen, Marguerite returned with a glass of lemonade complete with half a lemon slice floating in it. There was actual pulp and seeds in the glass. Taking a sip, he was surprised by how sweet it was. Looking up at Marguerite, he said, “This is the best lemonade that I’ve ever had. How did you make it?”“The juice of two lemons in a shaker with lots of sugar and crushed ice. Shake it until your hands can’t hold.