I thought back ... I was hard-pressed to remember the last happy times, fun holidays, or birthdays around me. My teenage life ran like this: if I walk...ed the line, my act was "tolerated" without any bitching. Anything less than that, and I put myself squarely in the line of fire, to catch hell. Her takes on her Son? Too much time spent at the park meant I'd "never amount to anything". Too many "B's" on my report card meant I "wasn't trying". If I wanted to sleep in on Saturdays, I was branded as. This scares me shaving this area. my balls were a tender and scary area too but for some reason my dick is harder than ever as i shave my private area. my pubes around my dick werent bad, really easy. whoa i already look way fucking sexier than before. my dick just wont go down! especially looking and feeling my soft shaved body.i need to relieve myself soon! i am so hard and horny. but i am not just going to rub one out. i have a girlier prettier body so now i have to treat myself that way. When a fish is a runner, if you don’t want to lose it, you chase it. It’s funny how fast a fisherman can move when there’s a fish on the line. Before we knew it the boat was fired up and the boys were down stream. My man, still casting from the shore. I remained on the blanket and cheered them on. Hot Stuff had gotten up and made her way to shore telling her man to make her proud and not to forget to come back and get her. She had forgotten that her top was partially untied and we all got an. “I’d rather describe the spicy rub I hope to use with these pretty rib-eye steaks,” I quickly replied hoping to avoid that topic of discussion, which Lynette serendipitously opened.“Good save, Cuda,” Lynette chuckled as she put the bottle of Lowry’s back into the fridge’s door slot.“Spicy steak-rub or the adventures of Mike with my daughter, hum ... steak-rub or adventures?” Lynette’s mom opined as she rubbed her chin with her right hand while staring up at the kitchen ceiling. “Well, I am.