But I own the place, and I’m not just going to let HIM have it. How the fuck do I evict him? I’ve asked him to leave, and he gets all condescendin..., saying ‘now honey, you don’t really mean that.’ Guess what: YES I DO.’ ‘Could you put it up for sale and go somewhere else?’ I asked. ‘I could put it up for sale, but I don’t have enough for a down payment on anything else right now, and between the loans I had to take out and the fact that on paper I haven’t held a job in six years my credit. “How are you doing Tom?” she asked.“Rub me any harder and I’ll fuck you right now Gaylee,” he said.“Promises, promises,” she replied.Jarold smiled at the bantering back and forth between Tom and Gaylee. He was happy that they had become good friends. Jarold, who could no longer get it up anymore, still had some sexual feelings and had learned to participate in other ways.Tom, right at home in Gaylee’s kitchen, got the shaker, ice, toothpicks, and glasses out and began preparing the martinis. He. Until he knew what the situation was, he felt there was not much point in contacting them. Instead, he would find out what had happened to the plane before he decided on what to do. Maybe the pilot had been able to pull it up before he hit the water.As soon as he cleared the mouth of the bay and turned north, Matti could see that there hadn’t been a miracle. He could easily see the white tail of the plane sticking up from a small stand of spruce and birch trees on the first of the small islands. She usually collapses onto the bed to make me stop, but the way Brad had her by her the hair she couldn't make him stop nor did she want him to stop. Maria is letting out a guttural groan every time Brad thrusts himself into her. Brad briefly stops and as he is pulling her hair, he tells Maria to beg for his cock. This time Maria relents and asks Brad to keep fucking her. Brad teases her for a bit and makes her repeat it over and over. Maria is begging for him to keep fucking her. Brad starts.