The sounds of home, of family.I put the toast on plates, making sure the butter was on the table. Always butter, never jam or jelly with raisin toast.... If it's not a law, it should be.Mom got the eggs, sliced them down the middle and proceeded to serve us both with a spatula. How she was able to get them out and onto our plates without breaking the yolks was one of life's miracles. It must be a Mom thing. The ham got speared with a fork. She held my piece just above my plate, waiting for me to. This act completely shredded the target, and, I'm afraid, may have rendered it permanently unusable. I thought that was enough showing off and switched to the 8-shot box magazine. This I loaded with buckshot shells. I flipped the selector back to semiautomatic mode and fired at four targets as soon as I could bring the sights to bear. It was pretty much a case of BANG ... BANG ... BANG ... BANG! Four more sheets of paper were shredded.I then announced to the crowd that I was hesitant to. “We have a chewable pill that you can consume right before the act and it will not only strengthen your tongue muscles temporarily but it will make your tongue slightly thicker and stay stiff.” Riley blinked again in disbelief. “You mean a pill can make my tongue hard for a long time?” he asked. “Yes, it’s sort of Viagra for the tongue,” she said. “Are there any dangerous side effects?” Riley asked. “Nothing serious,” she answered, “but until you consume an aroused woman’s fluids, your. I get up and say, "Strip." He strips and I lead him to the bedroom. I pull him on top of me and kiss him and rub him, reaching around to massage his balls. Then I whisper, "Enter if you dare." Without hesitation he rams into me, all in one thrust, making me scream in pure pleasure. He fucks me that way for a while before ordering me to flip over for doggie style. I do and he spanks me twice. He then fingers me a little before replacing his fingers with his tongue. He urges me to an orgasm and.