” the twins reluctantly agreed.“Are Otto and Willis all packed for the trip?” I asked, by way of diverting my boys’ attention to something ......anything else. Otto and Willis were the boys favorite stuffed animals – baby pandas. Reluctantly the boys boxed up Oscar and Tucker, the stuffed koalas that Heather and I had brought home from Australia. Checked luggage wasn’t safe enough for the boys’ new stuffed friends. Carry-on space was too limited for more than one stuffed animal. Otto and Willis. Catholicism 3: You were born shit, you are shit, and you will die shit.Catholicism (Old) 1: mauris contingit (literally: that which stinks happens)Catholicism (Old) 2: excrementum contingit (plural: excreta)(literally: excrement happens)Catholicism (Charismatic): Shit is happening because you deserve it, but we love you anyway.Charismatic: Shit happens. Hallelujah! Praise the Lord!Christianity (generic) 1: Only holy shit happens.Christianity (generic) 2: Shit happens to sinnersChristianity. I have a rather interesting job. On paper, I am Mr. Blackwell's executive secretary. My job description calls for me to be his personal assistant and schedule his meetings, take care of running his office, and be his secretary with all the usual duties - typing, filing, taking dictation and the like. The reality of my job is a little different. I am basically Mr. Blackwell's personal slut - his personal fuck-toy, available for his use and pleasure in any way he wants. Aside from my office. I climb on top of you on my knees and elbows, my leg between yours, my thigh pressing your wet pussy. Damn babe, you so wet. I feel your leg rise and your thigh press into my soaked pussy, I gently rub back and forth on it. Our lips still pressed together, our kiss becomes more passionate, we breathe ask one. Our breast pressed together between us as our nipple kiss, I softly moan into you mouth and you moan in to mine. My pussy so wet its Im soaking your thigh, passionately kissing and melting.