I didn't try to resist as I lay with my head hanging backwards over the edge of the pillow and felt another tong pushing into my mouth. It was much bi...gger and harder than any of the other ones. I began to gag as it ripped it's away past my larynx into my throat. I knew this wasn't a tongue pushing into my throat when I felt the slap of balls on my face. Someone had buried their cock into my tummy. I felt him pull back and then drive forward again. I was now being fucked from both ends at the. God how I hate to see anything written on that board.The first two weeks following Memorial Day were usually just adults, I think because it was still not all that warm here and in some places, kids are still in school. That was okay with me. It gave me time to do all the odd jobs that I needed to complete before I really got rolling in the summer. On the Monday of the third week, I finished the pool cleaning and straightening and went in to look at the board. "Karen 15 (swimming) Josh 10-7. Over and over, new sensations assault my skin, my mind, my being, each one bringing me closer to the point of overload. He knows my body like a favorite movie, a treasured book, a coveted painting, and he tantalizes every square millimeter of me, until I am shuddering, gasping, wanting. At last, I hear his voice, smooth and full, and he says only three words... "Are you ready?" I am unable to answer properly, so taken by the sensations he's invoked, know full well that in this blackness he. A new monk arrived at the monastery. He was assigned to help the other monks in copying the old texts by hand. He noticed, however, that they were copying copies, not the original books. The new monk went to the head monk to ask him about this. He pointed out that if there were an error in the first copy, that error would be continued in all of the other copies.The head monk said, “We have been copying from the copies for centuries, but you make a good point, my son.” The head monk went down.