I grabbed a handful of the girl’s long, blonde hair and lifted her head off the mattress.“No!” her mother screamed. I stared at her, still holdi...ng her daughter’s head by the hair. The girl’s body writhed on the bed, her knees tightly together, her ankles bound with handcuffs. With eyes tightly shut, the girl seemed to be testing the shackles that were binding her wrists to the horizontal bar at the head of the bed, only to confirm that she was, indeed, being firmly held in place.Then, more. We didn’t kiss for a while at least. We just heldeach other in the comfort and warmth of our embrace. It was amazing just how restorative that simple act was. ‘I knew you couldn’t sleep,’ she whispered. ‘I could hear you. I’m sorry, Pat. I’m sorry about the boat and I’m sorry about everything it means to you. I hope we can find it and bring it back. I want to help you. It’s important that I help you.’ ‘Thank you,’ I murmured. ‘That means a lot. Thank you.’ We held each other until I fell. “I pray for all our children to grow up safely as responsible adults, to respect their parents and to love their fellow man.“I pray that politicians will tell us the truth and put the interests of the people ahead of their own interests.”“Mr. Feinberg, how do you feel after doing this for sixty years?”“Like I’m talking to a dam wall!”This is compliments of Joe Smart:INTERESTING OBSERVATION 1. The sport of choice for the urban poor is BASKETBALL. 2. The sport of choice for maintenance level. ) She couldn't believe her eyes. I shook it for her a couple of times and put it away. I offered to make lunch for us and after eating we sat in the living room to watch some tv. She sat right next to me on the couch. She asked me if she could see it again and I said only if I can see your tits. She agreed and soon we were both all but naked. Her nipples were perfect. She reached out her little hand and grabbed a-hold of my dick and started stroking it. Pre cum started to ooze out and she.