.. Why on earth would I want to marry/mate/fuck him/her ... her shit stinks!" His shit stinks." He picks his nose." She farts when she pees." She uses... all the hot water." He farts in his sleep." He/she never makes his/her bed." I know everything about him/her/them ... I want some mystery in a mate."She was highly disappointed. End of story.The cats are mostly out of litter sand.That's worse.There is nothing quite like the smell of fishy shit coming from thirteen cats. If they were 'regular' it. .. Mrs. Anthony, she is feminine perfection. That's all. Just perfection."Barbara had noticed that the butler kept refreshing Simon's drink. He was now on at least his third martini, and they were large and very strong. Jeff Collins had taken no more than a few sips from his, while Susan seemed actually to savor her plain club soda. Suddenly Barbara realized something about Susan: She savored everything. She savors life, the woman thought, and she certainly deserves it. Then Barbara realized. My old room. But it shares a bathroom with Erin.’ ‘Erin with an E?’ ‘Yes, until Aaron with an A gets there.’ ‘What about gifts? I didn’t get them all presents,’ John said, glancing over at Amy. ‘Oh, that’s not expected at all. But I didn’t get anything for the kids yet and you can help me get them something. It’ll be fun to shop for toys and even more fun to play with them.’ ‘I did get your parents something.’ ‘You did!’ Amy answered in surprise. ‘Oh John, please tell me you didn’t spend much.. Help me pleeeeease….’ ‘Oh baby, I’m going to help you cum like you didn’t know you could,’ and with that he probed his tongue into my slit, moving from the bottom to the top. He capped his mouth around my clit and pulled it into his mouth to suckle it, circle it, flick it with his tongue and suckle it again. My stomach tightened, my back arched and I could feel the warm liquid honey pour out between my spread lips. Nat groaned as it started and pushed his face tighter against my body, lapping.