An Englishman, a Scotsman and an Irishman are working on a sky scraper, the Englishman opens his sandwich box and exclaims “Bloody hell, ham and che...ese again! I swear, if I have ham and cheese again tomorrow, i’m going to throw myself off this building!”The Scotsman then proceeds to open his sandwich box and exclaims “Aye, I’ve got fucking chicken mayo again, if I have this tomorrow i’ll throw myself off this building as well!”The Irishman opens his lunch and says “I’ve got bacon again! If I. Grabbing her hands I bring them between us, “Now undress me” I demand.That one tattletale eyebrow snaps up with the smirk… “Yes, sir!”I wonder if she knows seeing her thoughts through her expressions are one of my favorite parts. This goddess kneels before me making no attempt to shield her exposure and reaches for my belt. She cuts those eyes up at me again while her fingers work on my bindings, I can't help but run my fingers through her hair. Slowly she pulls at my pants and I help them. She'd call to make sure I got home and was doing my homework and tell me what was in the fridge for dinner. I'd do my homework and wait for her to call, then I'd go exploring. The center of town was about two miles away from our house so I rode my bike to see what there was. It was a small town with farms and a couple of ranches outside of it. One day while riding my bike I ended up in front of a farm. They had some plumb trees and thought I could get some without getting into trouble. I. That’s the tail you get.Oh, look Sarge, the poor little Whore is shaking.She should have thought of that before she came into my district.They all laughed and flipped their coins.Heads, Heads, Tails. Fuck You O’Malley, you are first again.Yea sick of your sloppy seconds. Boys you like it, fucking a pussy with my cum running out.O’Malley squeezed her ass cheeks.Gonna fuck this guinea bitch good. She should have stayed up on Taylor Streetwith the rest of the gumba’s.READY FOR SOME STREET.