I hate the taste of beer.
Posted on November 17, at 6:
She sat with her hands folded tightly together and her ankles hooked one to the other.
Divorce is hard enough, but it is even harder to raise a boy for thirteen years and suddenly have him choose to live with his father, far away from you.
If the child agrees to doing things better next time, then you may not need to punish them at all.
John closed the radio connection and tapped the pencil he kept on his desk that had no purpose.
She put me on her sofa which is not really a sofa in the living room which is used by neither herself not my hir first big cock except for a once a year party and left me there bed ridden refusing to spend any time with me, locking the door when she would eat in the adjoining room and screaming things at me like, "You're unlovable.
But this was not enough.
It is so cute.