Well, I was down there this afternoon, enjoying a little swim, the outdoors…when that group of boys from across the way came out of the woods. Your ...son was with them as well, so I guess there were five of them. They sat down by my clothes and, well, they weren’t about to budge until I came out of the water. She was upset, but not too bad, so I guessed nothing too bad had occurred. You obviously got out of the water, unless you are calling from the pond right now….so what happened, Betty? And. She never was one to put much store in foolishness or the frivolous romantic notions of most females her age. She had much appreciated the fact that her deceased spouse, Roscoe Higgins was of the same persuasion and that he seldom used hidden meaning in his conversation. She remembered with fondness his clear as a bell observation, such as,"Let's to bed, Mary, it is time to pound your fanny!"He was a "potatoes and meat" lover who pressed her bum into the mattress hard until he had achieved his. Soon, Wanda gasped, her knees buckled as she humped my hand. I had to put my other hand over her mouth to stifle her scream of ecstasy while she enjoyed a volcanic orgasm. I had to hold her up to keep her from falling to the floor. When she had recovered a bit from her orgasm, Wanda hugged me, gave me a deep-throat kiss, and thanked me for making her feel so good. Then she noticed that my cock was rigid and pointed toward her. She reached down and grasped it with one hand, while fondling my. "We need to find a way to brew better beer. The AI can replicate lots of stuff, but this stuff needs to be poured back into the horse," he scowled. "As for the acid, I've looked at the laser Fred rode. The acid pretty much melted the laser barrels as well as trashing every seal on the unit. And that was the seals that held." That held?" Brad asked.Linus nodded. "Yes. Laser one had two seal failures. The first was on the barrel rotation plate. That's what killed the barrel rotation. The bars.