Numbers that are as real to us as figures written into a granite stone. We carry these dates with us in our heads until we at last rest under the ston...es bearing our own final numbers: December 7, 1941. November 22, 1963. April 19, 1995. And now, September 11, 2001. Your Mother asked me to write something about this last date, so that when you get older we can talk about how it felt back then, what it was like to live thru that terrible day and the long days and nights that followed. So that. He was riding her around the living room spanking her sweating bottom as hard as he could making her laugh and giggle in mock dismay.They had done it in her back door several times previously, but he told her it was time she learned how to accept some "special attention" in her tight little posterior hole.Alice was not quite sure what that meant but his tongue back there made her hold her tongue and she concentrated on being an "Apt pupil". She saw the long chain of graduated love beads in his. On the other bed, my father roared like a bear as he sprayed Mom’s uterus. My brothers crawled onto the other bed to have some fun with Mom.Poonam suddenly pulled away from me, rolled onto her back and said, “i’ll teach you a new way to ****.” After propping her ankles on my shoulders, she lined my cock up with her ****-hole and told me to push. A good hard shove and we were mated. “Now get above me and push my legs back as far as they will go. I cum like crazy in this position.” I did as she. ” Alexia smiled at her. “Yeah right.” She thought. An arm wrapped around her waist and picked her up. She saw a dark haired angel lifting her up. Another arm grabbed hers and she saw the brunette helping her stand. Tears rolled down her bruised face, “Thank you.”******** Candace sat up in bed, breathing heavily. She noticed the body next to her and grinned. Leaning over, she kissed the brunette’s forehead, “Thank you.” She whispered silently. “Mmm…” Alexia rolled onto her back, “what.