"Kevin, this is my wedding present to you. I know it's a little late and that there's nothing I can buy you that you don't already have ... but I want... this for us." Are you sure?" he asked once he found his voice."Yes, Kev, I'm sure," I replied. "I'm thirty-seven years old now. If we wait any longer, we'll be taking chances with my health ... and our baby's."He flung my birth control pills down on the counter, the scooped me up in his arms.I let out a rapturous laugh as he carried me back to. She cried out and said that wasn’t fair.“Who said life was going to be fair, Courtney? You felt a little sting on your precious little slit? I thought you enjoyed wicked sensations,” I seethed with a calm but sadistic tone in my voice.“Not like that, Gawd!” she said.“Count!” I smacked her pussy again with the rod, and a splash of girly-goo exploded from within the mound of tender pink flesh tucked just under the flaps of her pussy.She had lost count. She called out the first number that came to. Now, things were goin' great but THEN... PUM PUM PUUUMMM.. I made a terrible mistake, kinda.. I was just lookin' too much to my right, to a table where my fanny pack was on, DAMMMNNN!! This smartass gal just figured it out.. "are you recording me?!" she said with her not so sweet voice now that she got a little upset.. Being her on top of me left me no choice and I just said it: "you got me..".. She made a pause, after a few second we kept fuckin.. I thought I was gonna get away or some but. When I had my final land use map complete, I sought a contractor. After interviewing three that were big enough to do the work I wanted, I found the man I was looking for. I had the same reaction to his voice over the phone that I had with Bradley Vaughn, my money manager.When I shook Ryan Wilson’s hand, the feeling I got verified that he was the man for the job. He was surprised at the scope of my proposal. Some of the work didn’t really require a contractor, but I wanted everything done by.