In the vernacular, roughly speaking, I’m a proud motherfucker.”“Good. Honesty, I can work with. You think you’re proud of being a motherfucker.... But you didn’t make yourself. Why do you suppose so many women want to mother you, take you into their beds and bodies, have made you a motherfucker?”Good question. I just thought it was luck. I’m the luckiest motherfucker there is.“Because you appeal to their mother’s incestuous instincts, you big baby!” Oh.‘Now I, have the proper solution to OUR. Then Zulowe started riding Mark. At first slowly and teasing. She had let her body drop forward onto her elbows was moving her body forward and backwards, slowly letting Mark´s cock slide in an out of her. Out, completely till the tip of his cock, but just leaving enough inside her, for it not to slip out. And then slowly letting it slip inside her again, cramping her muscles as much as she could and getting Mark´s cock as much inside of her as possible. Mark groaned “oh yeah” every time she. We had only been at the site two days and already we had reverted to living only a few rungs above how the miners in Alaska lived. It was what Wilson wanted. It was also what I was enjoying. In my case I was reminded of my twentieth birthday in Afghanistan. I smelled then as well, since we had been on the fuel run for three days without seeing a shower.At the forth day's clean up we found a half dozen small flakes of gold. We had run the top foot of sediment from the whole dam's foundation. "So. “If your Mom finds out,” Napoleon admonished his son, “I’ll kick your ass!”We went down to the lobby and enjoyed the free breakfast. Well, at least Napoleon did. While Ben and I nursed a cup of coffee, Napoleon wolfed down a platter of scrambled eggs, bacon, and English muffins with peanut butter and honey on them.Finally, we got up from the table. I pulled out my wallet to leave a tip. Napoleon waved me off, peeling out a bill from his own wallet and dropping it on the table.I walked with them.