He lost a lot of troops along the way because eating ice cream in cold weather is a good way to freeze to death.”“There’s another footnote,” S...an said raising his hand.“The weir... “ Tom started to say. He was cut off when a balled up piece of paper flew in his mouth. He stared at his notebook daring it to try that while he was looking.“I almost missed that,” Mr. Kindle said. He looked down at the bottom of the page and read, “Napoleon probably should have told the Russians that he was serving. ”His blood pounding, his prick straining, his head ringing. This was that moment. That culmination of his sexual odyssey to penetrate and rape Jens third hole. Pacing he walked from the spare room to the bathroom ten times. His trousers bursting with his erection, his breath uneven.He could wait no more and entered the bedroom. Darkness lit from the door. His wife, plump, curvy and looking like a goddess in red pumps and red gloves. She brushed past him and left the room.“Won’t be a moment. ” “We’re thinking about seeing American Sniper actually.” I said. “You seen it yet?” “No not yet.” “Well there’s a showing at nine thirty. If you change your mind we’ll be outside the theatre.” She still looks hesitant. “I’ll even buy you popcorn.” I add. She giggles. “I might have to go if you buy me popcorn.”“Belle I’m hungry.” The little girl whines impatiently. “Okay okay Haley, we’re going. I’ll think about it.” “What’s there to think about?” Henry asks, “You’re gettin’ free popcorn.” “. The sight of the silly Teddy Bear called Ralph with my Doreen's thongs around his neck was too much to bear. I had these images of her coupling with the toy like it was a lover and riding him hard until she exploded in a frenzy of female juices and shouts of joy.To prove my point, I snuck into her bedroom when they were all downstairs eating a dried out roast that was so far overcooked, I suspected Doreen was instrumental in its preparation. I was supposedly visiting the washroom, but headed.