Joe was accomplished on piano, banjo, guitar, mandolin and his biggest asset&hellip, bullshit. He could look you in the eye and make you believe the ...air on his head was blue, instead of black. He was the best in the world when it came to farting on command&hellip, and he didnt care where, or in front of whom&hellip, hed cut a big one just for fun. His laugh was contagious, and his wit was quick. It had been years since I attended a funeral, but I surely wouldnt miss Joes. Joes wife, Linda,. Both chose orange juice so she poured each of them a glass and delivered it. She grabbed her mug of lemon-ginger tea and sat with them.The mother started, “So, you guys have two weeks until school starts back.”“Yeah,” Coree replied with a mouthful of food.”“Are you guys looking forward to it?”“I am,” Jeramiah replied enthusiastically.“Great and you,” she checked.“Yeah! It’ll be a good year. I ought to be able to make varsity this year.”“Good luck,” Rochelle smiled. “I’m sure you’ve seen on my. Once on the ramp, he punched the accelerator to the floor, a shockwave shot through Nadia and the fucking machine started pounding her violently. Almost immediately, Nadia’s pussy gushed a lot of fluid, shooting onto the dashboard and even the inside of the windshield. He smiled.Now doing about 75 miles an hour, things leveled off a bit, but now commuters, mostly truckers, had taken notice of the small convertible with Nadia flailing around in a sex harness and screaming while her tits and. Rachel said “Neither.”Weena was reading Jenkyns’ Classical Literature. “Have you ever read Catullus?” she asked.“Not in the last 30 years,” I responded. “Why?”“I really like Jenkyns’ precis of his life.”“What does it say?”She looked. “‘A young provincial aristocrat came to Rome, fell in love with the wrong woman, was driven to put his passion into verse, and changed the literature of Europe.’”“Yes. That’s good. Where was Catullus from? Padua?”“Verona. Padua is where Petruchio goes ‘wealthily to.