And I am struggling to keep from whimpering out loud, from making any sound that would destroy your precious sleep.)Next, I see your bare legs and tha... utterly divinely beautiful line formed by your flared hips. So perfectly shaped. Slender and sleek, but also so powerful. Those legs and those hips that you used to drive that massive she-cock of yours over and over and over again into my helpless, battered pussy. (I am shuddering afresh at the memory. And a little sore, too, but not sore enough. It just wasn’t my day. I went inside and got in line for the tellers. When I got to the front, I explained, “I don’t know what’s wrong, but your machine isn’t reading my card.”She smiled and said, “Sorry about that. The machine has been doing that all morning. If you give me your card, I’ll be happy to help you.”“Thank you.” I handed her my card.That was when everything went to shit!“EVERYBODY! DOWN ON THE GROUND! DOWN ON THE GROUND! GET DOWN! GET DOWN!” BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!The sound of gunfire. The house next door had its firs floor lights on. "Oh, no; wouldn't you know it! Mrs. G. is still up. ' Probably worried about us." At the foot of the porch that ran around the corner and the length of the house was a flowerbed, with the walkway passing under a tall apple tree to a low slat fence around the front yard. "Not enough fence," he groaned, and trotted around it towards the driveway. Keeping low (and bumping his knees into things he didn't want to have to think about), he went past. What do you call a man with no arms and no legs, in a pile of leaves? Rustle.What do you call a woman with a cheesy pelvic discharge? Candida.How does a dog, with a cleft palate, let you know that the mailman is here? He goes, “Mark! Mark! Mark!”So, this guy goes to the talent agent, looking for his big break. He takes his dog, introducing him as a dog who can talk.The agent is skeptical, and wants to see the duo in action.The guy asks the dog, “What’s on the outside of a tree?”The dog answers,.