Don't do that shit! I almost hit you!" I said, before attempting to catch my breath.My eyes darted across the room my computer was housed in. This was... my office, but was also the bedroom of my 20-month-old son, who was sleeping soundly in his crib. I was amazed that he was able to sleep through the noise that had just occured, but I let it go and urged myself to be quieter."At least by getting hit, I'd get a little attention from you." Heather, my wife, said. Her long blonde hair rested across. The head nudged curiously against her toes, smearing a few musky droplets of precum over their tips. He shut his eyes against the sight, holding back the sudden urge to orgasm. ‘Fenwick was being a bitch today. I guess Mike cut him off or something. He was bitchy as hell today and couldn’t do a damned thing without my help. Mmmmm that feels good.’ She ended with a long drawn out moan. ‘The customers were awful. The ones with complaints picked today to come in.’ ‘Want me to go beat up Fenwick. I bought her a round trip on Southwest into Love Field and met her at noon Thursday. She came out the Arrivals gate looking like her pictures, in high heeled “fuck me” boots, a short skirt and smiling I gave her a big hug, enjoying the feeling of her tits mashed against my chest, and she ground her groin into mine in the middle of the airport while we kissed like we were - well, not old friends but more like lovers even though our sex together had only been over Skype. She had only brought a. "He sighed, knowing that know one would believe that he was who he was.Even his own parents didn't believe him. Then again, he chuckled,realizing that this was hardly a problem."Let's see," Clay mused, reaching into his jacket pocket and pullingout the magic wishing rock. "I knew it was a good idea brining thisto school." He thought about he wish he'd used on his parents for amoment, then told the rock, "I wish that everyone at school wouldaccept me as being normal regardless of how much I.