"Humpty Dumpty?" Liz asked."Yeah, all the king's horses and all the king's men."He read her email and stopped what he was doing. He paused and calmly ...counted to 10. One was certainly not as calm as ten was. He visualized a calm tranquil place and fought to not have Godzilla demolish it like Tokyo.He scrolled the mouse fighting the want to throw it against the wall.She responded:Phillip is this you? What game are you playing? I am so confused right now. I need someone to talk to.And Ray. My name is Jonathan Kent. I lived a wonderful life, but a pretty ordinaryone, until eighteen years or so ago. That's when a rocket dropped a babyboy in front of me. I was born in Smallville, Kansas, sixty-five yearsago and I have lived here my entire life. I married my childhoodsweetheart, Martha Clark, forty-one years ago. The Good Lord neverblessed us with a child of our own, and our life on the farm waschallenging sometimes, but we were enriched in so many other ways. Wethought our lives. If he had attacked me for being a slut or a whore I probably would have lain there and cringed, but when he hit me with that "What is Stan going to think" shit I got my back up and said:"I don't give a rat's ass what Stan will think. If he says anything to me about it I'll just tell him if he can fuck that bimbo he has up there in Alaska I can fuck someone here and if he doesn't like it tough shit!" You telling me you were doing that kid to get even with Stan for screwing around on you? This is. Although my eyes were watering I could just make out Mr. Jacobs pulling and tugging at my bra.“Take it off or I’ll rip it.” He growled.“MMMM rip it.” I moaned, smiled and went back to sucking cock. I heard the fabric tear and felt it taught against my body just before it gave way and my tits were finally exposed.“Fuck! Her tits are perfect!” Mr. Finnegan declared as he felt me up. “I know she’s your daughter Jonesy but I don’t know how you can keep your hands off of these fucking tits.”“I.