I was tired of the same drab outfits I had been wearing. “Am I ready for this?,” I thought. “Am I rushing? It was, after all, just one night, on...y one kiss.” But I didn’t hesitate. “No,” I told myself, “I have had a lifetime of hiding behind long dresses and a stern preacher father. It's time for a change, I am in college now and I’m 20 years old.” My friends and I went to the mall to shop. They chose different outfits for me to try on. We laughed and had a good time. As I tried on the clothes,. In a very short time, an email told me that my poem had been approved and would be on the front page later that day! Now I would receive real opinions of my work – not just the usual “that’s great” comment from friends who did not want to hurt my feelings. To Lush readers, I was a stranger. When my poem appeared, people started to leave comments and vote, giving a “score” with five being the top award. To my great pleasure and amazement, it received fives from everyone who took the time to. .disfute el concierto y al regresar de mad**gada me extraño encontra a mi mujer despierta yo tenia la intencion de seguir la fiesta con mis amigos pero ella dijo que fueramos a dormir que queria contarmealgo...me dijo que al quedarse sola el mesero enseguida se acerco a ella y le empezo a regalar tequilas y cuando se dio cuenta estaba a solas con el en una bodeguita del bar despues de besarla le quito la blusa y le mamo las tetas durante un buen rato mientras ella le sobaba la verga..enseguida. " Soak the bitch. Piss all over the slut. All over her face and hair. Ah, bullseye: right in her slut mouth. My turn. You dirty whore. How do you like being pissed on? Taste it, taste my piss, slut!" Damn, Sam, she's a mess, and she stinks." Dirty slut." Sure, but I don't want to clean the bitch up." Why should we? Slut can clean herself up. Go ahead and untie her."..."Please Sam, please John, please, please just leave, just stop. I promise I won't tell. I promise. You got me back,.