’ Her eyes begin to brim with tears. I begin to feel bad despite myself. ‘Please teacher just read this sentence here one more time and see if you... understand.’ ‘Ok, Cayla’ ‘Thank you, teacher. I know you are good.’ I start reading with an open mind but by the end of the first line my mind is again swirling with confusion. I try to concentrate on the wild words in front of me. ‘I know my English hard to understand.’ ‘Mmh.’ I respond, trying to focus. ‘My words going round and round and round.’. Harry and Lorie were now the parents ofthe coming Christmass first child.Chapter IIChristine Carole watched Lories cute ass cheeks swayand jiggle like Christmas bells as an obviously excitedLorie vacated her office. When she closed the doorbehind her she left this crotchety old and lonely womanto her own kind of Christmas.Christine reclined as she pushed her chair back andaway from her desk, staring up toward the ceiling andinto nothingness. That is quite explanatory forChristines life; it was. I felt your cock against me as I hugged and danced with you and I knew it over for me. All my inhibitions were gone. It was only a matter of time and I was going to let you fuck me,Any part of me you want is yours to take," Marie replied shyly."Wallz, nothing seems to matter except finally feeling "full"filled as a woman. Everything is so strange and yet it also seems to be exactly what I want and need. I want you to bite my tits hard. Leave teeth marks on them. Let my husband know that you. “Miss Clara,” Georg nagged at her for perhaps the hundredth time, “cooking is something you must not do. Your hands are your livelihood. If an accident occurred, and burned your hands did become, inconvenienced most assuredly would you be.”She smiled: his syntax became tortured when he was agitated. Or, ‘When agitated did he become, tortured would his syntax become,’ she thought. She wasn’t worried. Not once in her life had she sustained so much as a hangnail, a blister, or even a sun burn. The.