Me: Are you horny?She: :-)Me: okay then we masturbate together today :-)?She: okay :-)Me: what you wearing pus?She: Pajama and t-shirt.Me: Remove them...:-)She: Awwww. Done ;-)Me: What’s your bra size?She: 36DMe: Wow. Can I touch them, baby?She: yes. What’s your penis size?Me: 7 inches.She: O god that’s big. you got a big one.Me: You like a big one?She: Yes baby.Me: I want to hug you from back and kiss your neckShe: Yes baby please hug me. Hold my boobs and press them please.Me: Turn around Pus I. Kind of selfish I guess, but we were happy with our lives. David and his wife Jen ended up with three kids, so the parents were satisfied. We had been married fifteen years when Dana’s parents were killed in a private plane crash. They had gone with some friends to a Dallas Mavericks away basketball game and they didn’t make it back. We were crushed. They were very good people and the family members truly loved one another. David assumed control of the family business, and Dana and I just sat. Realist: I’d just like to see one of his royalty checks. Philosopher: Young man! Realist: Here it comes. . . Philosopher: Do you have a problem? Realist: Who, me? Philosopher: *nods* Realist: Nope. I don’t have a problem. Philosopher: You must have one, because you haven’t shut up since I came in. Realist: I’m sorry. I’ll be quiet now. Philosopher: No, really, if you have something to contribute to the study of philosophy, please, do tell us. Realist: No, I don’t have anything to. The old guy was banging away and sweat was running from him everywhere. Sweat was flying off of him onto Kelly’s torso.He reached down and pulled Kelly’s legs up so that her ankles were resting on his shoulders. He was banging her pussy like a freaking machine. Patrick had paused again and was letting the old guy drive. The dude was huffing away and I figured he was either getting close to cumming or he was going to die trying. Finally, he let out a loud groan and yelled, “Motherfucker!” He.