The thought of losing to Dycke, again, in a race, drove him crazy. It drove him forward, ever forward. His legs moved. His arms moved, and he kept mov...ing forward, ever forward. His chronometer now showed mile twelve, five thousand two hundred and eighty feet to go, approximately thirteen hundred and twenty steps. Each step was an agony unto itself. Each movement was in the footsteps of his nemesis, Dycke Schneider, who was ten feet in front of him and nothing he could do was going to close. We meet brian at a remotee spot and i introduced them we talked for a few mins then decided to get down to it as we only had an hour. so me and brian dropped over trousers and my aunt gasped brians cock was huge i could see her mouth watering. start awa y she went for brian and did her best to suck his huge cock i moved closer and push my cock against her mouth. she grabbed my cock and started to wank me. then took my cock in her mouth and wanked brian. she then said she wanted our cocks deep. ... Sally;Your father has by now given you the message that I do not appreciate the screaming at me I got for doing what you asked me to do.I told you when I was leaving for basic that I loved you. I told you the other day that there wasn’t much you could do to make me dislike you. Well, you did one. Your screaming at me for doing what you asked was punishing me for doing what you wanted.I still love you, but right now I don’t like you very much.What was I supposed to do? Cry, rant, get mad?. “Take pity on me,” he moaned out. “Its been a rough morning.”Growling, I grabbed one of the empty beer cans off the table and pinged it off his head. “We’ve had this planned for months, Nate. I need these photos for my final project and Chepoke Point won’t let me go alone with the bear season.” I crossed my arms, eyes stinging from betrayal. “You promised me. If I fail photography because you can’t pull your head out of your ass for one Saturday afternoon I’m going to lose my mind.”“Pey,” he.