Had he continued to squawk I would have used his tongue to scratch that itch. He stormed off when I yanked some of his Ginseng from the ground. Imbeci...lic fool. What do you grow the damn plant for it not for its root? A single soul has moved to stand by the end of that loathsome blood soaked pier. I watch him look about for the Ferryman. When he finds not his promised ride into Paradise, upon seeing me sitting there writing, he starts to walk towards me. He stops when he sees the look in my eyes. I'm told it's easier to get hard when it's a 'back door job', as my husband calls it. I'd guess that's why the other two went for the cunt cure. There's not so much of a shortage of volunteers for an ass-fuck." Easier to get hard, maybe. But not so easy to climax, for me at least. I like it more when the woman's enjoying it, too." Ah," she said. "That's where you're in luck. We didn't trust contraception, so Bill and I did a lot of 'back door' sex until he had his vasectomy, and to get the poor. Finally i place my foot back down,pleased i have mastered this simple task.i look at the body i used to dislike,the boobs i never thought firm enough,the thighs and stomach i always thought too fat.my bum..omg it was always too big i no longer see that person,now i see the real me,34 year old body but though my boobs are no longer firm they look good,they fill my tops quite well i think.the pegs that pinch on my nipples making them look angry red,i no longer need to suck my tummy in,my legs. Since I never expected such an expensive gift from her, I asked her with surprise, 'Hey, what is this?.She promptly replied, 'Its a small memento for my lifetime friend on her 30th birthday. It will be more beautiful around your neck.' I did not know what to say but momentarily I became emotional which I could not conceal. She noticed the the tears rolling down my cheeks and she instantly wiped it saying, "No, I would never want to see you cry. It should be only tears of joy, do you.