Other than preaching tomorrow, you don't have to be back until Monday night, do you?" No, that's it," he answered before kissing his wife. "Have you t...lked to Oliver about our little waif's car?" he asked when they parted.Megan turned to the stove to check his biscuits. "Yeah, he called about twenty minutes ago. The pan came off without damaging the gasket. He said that he sent it over to the welding shop." I thought he was going to weld it himself. He's got a rig." He didn't say why; just said. .to us?" "What do you mean? I hope you'll be in my life forever" Xena smiled at Gabrielle's naive innocence. "Our paths will seperate at some point. You will marry and have a family." "And you don't see that in your own future?" "I cannot imagine myself settling in one area with one person, being chained to housework. It is too ordinary. It's fine for those who want it, but...." Until that moment Xena had been looking into the fire but then she turned her face toward her friend and tears. She immediately took me into her mouth and slowly my cock seemed to disappear down her throat. She moved her head forward and back slowly, taking all of me into her mouth and back out again as she looked up at me and smiled at the pleasure on my face. She deepthroated me over and over again until my cock was covered in her spit and wet enough to slide into her tiny tight pussy. I stood her up and bent her over, her pussy dripping wet and begging for my cock. But before I fucked her I needed to. At first nostalgic, with Jordan rising from the chair and dancing with an invisible partner, it swiftly became bitter, his movement changing from smooth and flowing to abrupt and violent, and his singing was almost operatic in its emotionality. The relationship had ended badly, and Jordan's character had more than a broken heart; it had been torn out and trampled on. Then the song changed, softly sliding into hope as Jordan returned to his chair and looked directly at Joseph. He returned to the.