Whose will? Old people’s will. Losing a few kids here and there—whether in a foreign war or to defend our second amendment rights—is a good thin...g. Thins the herd. Survival of the fittest. Well, it thins the wrong end of the herd. Send the old people to the fields so they can do something useful before they die. Start suggesting old people’s homes are better targets for mass murderers than schools. Old people move slower and are easier targets. When politicians reach that mandatory retirement of. But I don’t mind. I’m a helpful guy, and I like going the extra mile for people. I just wish they appreciated it more; appreciated me more. Sighing wearily, I let myself into my flat and undress, heading straight for the shower. As I stand under the jets of streaming water, I close my eyes and let my thoughts wander to the most gorgeous blonde on the planet; one with almond eyes, lush lips and a killer body. Immediately my cock begins to stiffen. I can’t help it; Laura Vandervoort’s been. Early the next morning I woke to my friends mom quietly cleaning the living room. I laid there pretending I was asleep whenever she would look in my direction. I was so hard and turned on while watching her/ fantasizing about her and all the things I wish I could do with her. I had to do something. While she was turned away I pulled my young hard cock out the side of my shorts, rolled over on my back letting the covers fall to the side so my exposed cock was standing straight up in plain view. Especially since the twins, (goodness they'll all be twins!) stopped sleeping and started crying. Even with the eight of us to share walking them and both Katy (thank goodness she has such a sweet nature!) to try to stuff their little mouths' full of tits and milk so that they'd have less chance to scream us all deaf we would barely manage to get one dry and quiet before the other one went off like some sort of sonic weapon. Too bad that baby screams won't bother the Sa'arm. If they would I'm.