Dean was beside himself, feeling as if his desire for a child was the reason she kept putting herself through this. Keni had tried to tell him that Ka...te wanted a baby just as bad as he did, and it wasn’t his fault. Despite not having much personal use for religion, Keni had found herself praying to what ever deity there was to help Kate through this. ‘Well, we meet again.’ The female voice made her look up and she saw Maggie Wilson smiling at her. The medium sized redhead had a smile that made. It was very smoothe (fuck it was like dam milkiiii skin she got) …… I rubbed for some time and kept my other hand on boobs and started caressing & slowly pressing them …. She started mooning….. Uhhhh uHHHHh uhhhhhh ……..and told me that she is feeling V good … its very good and my cock was like a Jack rocket which became like a rod ……………. She kept her hand into my shots and holded my cock …… ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh god……. Its like heaven for me … becoz this is first time some one is touching my cock. It all started when I was 12 years old. Dallas,Tx 1982-83. My mother was never around due to her d**g addiction but I saw her everyday. In the mornings before school, I would see her out on the corner. Usually getting in or out of someone's vehicle. I lived with my Grandma and everyone pretended like it didn't exist. At the time, I knew my Mom was a crackhead but I didn't really understand what she was doing on the corners all night to the early morning. I think I knew, but I was just naïve I. Teresa’s turn:“It’s your second wedding, baby,” I said to Don. “My first.”“Westminster, here we come,” he sighed, rolling his eyes.One of the things I love about him is that he communicates with more than words.I punched him in the arm. “Donnnn...”“Baby,” he told me, “I want to be married to you in an official and socially acceptable manner. What do YOU want?”I know what I want. I’ve been to a bunch of weddings of the industrial variety, and make no mistake, it IS an industry – manufactured.