She was 22 and living at home while going to college. She was 5' 8" and about 120lbs with shoulder length brown hair and eyes and she looked marvelous...in just about anything she wore. Her 34C chest just stood out proud without a bra and a perfectly proportioned ass. I was almost 25, 5' 10" and 160lbs and I have what I think is an average 7 inch cock. Neither of us was into living at the gym, but we kept ourselves pretty fit running and biking. Our sex life was straight forward and fantastic,. Abigail: I feel half bad for her leaving, she was ok. Maybe not half, maybe a quarter bad or even less.Rose: So you do have feelings!Abigail: I do, right now I’m feeling like punching you in the face.Me: Ok, ok. Settle down.Abigail: Anyway, let’s go Aafi, we’re going to the park.Me: What are we doing there?Abigail: I don’t know. Talk, sit around? Stuff like that?Rose: So now you want to take Aafi away from me, first Chloe left and now you’re taking him away.Abigail: That’s not true, you can. Mike knew something was bothering his wife, and he had a good idea what."Jen, listen, I'm sorry about what happen last night."Jen rolled her eyes. "Don't lie to me. You loved it when I told you about it."Mike couldn't deny it. "I'm just saying I wasn't expecting anything to happen." No, but you were hoping it would happen." Come on, you get excited by playing around, don't deny it." I'm not denying it. I've told you I like playing our games." I'm not just talking about the games. I'm talking. You step into the bathroom and are greeted by your own reflection in the mirror."Wait a minute, is that Sexton Cornell!? Here!? On NXT!?"Mauro Ranallo's distinctive voice narrates the fantasy in your head. You've come a long way for this. The indie wrestling world knows you as Sexton Cornell, and soon enough the name your parents gave you won't matter at all. Sexton Cornell. A name up in lights, on marquees, on posters and billboards. The greatest professional wrestler to ever live. Until then,.