I’ve been divorced for eight years. My husband messed around with the accounting in his business and filed bogus tax returns which I signed because...I assumed they were legit. When the IRS caught up with him, he split and I never saw him again until I tracked him down to serve him divorce papers. Because of him, I was financially crippled for years and I never wanted a man’s control over my life again. My son has dark honey blond hair and soulful hazel eyes. At 18, he is still on the small. 'Where's the fucking raspberry jam?'At Khanabad we spent two weeks learning the basics of the Uzbek language, which was spoken both sides of the border, as the tribe/clans we would be working with were ethnic Uzbeks rather than Pashtu speaking Afghans. Actually we learned later that 'Afghans' are a mix of different ethnic groups and languages, with Pashtuns and Pashtu being the dominant in both.After learning the basics of Uzbek a team of us were moved to an American facility nearer the. Her big boobs were squeezed between her arms, spilling over the top of her bra and her pussy was spread wide. She was gagged.“You’ve been bad, Doris. You should have changed those cum stained sheets in your bedroom from last night” I said. “It’s gonna look bad for whoever left all that cum in there.”“But you don’t sleep in that bed, do you Doris?” I continued. “You sleep out here. You only fuck men in that bed. Like you did last night. Your regular Wednesday night hookup. Well, I’m your. He kindly gave me a few originals during the sixties which are all, 40 years on, now worth serious cash – not that I would ever sell them. Finally, we have my good self, Bernie Stevens. Like my mates, I was 18. I had no real skills except playing guitar. I had started learn guitar when I was 10, seeking to emulate the rockers of the 1950’s. I had a natural ability and easily mastered folk, rock, blues and jazz styles. When I left school at 16 I got a job in Sound City, in Shaftsbury Avenue. –.