Lifeshouldn't be this hard. A few months ago my biggest worry had been thatMom might make pork chops for dinner. I began to feel that I was spendingwa...y too much time feeling sorry for myself. How was I going to stop doingthat? I took my pills and washed them down with the last bit of soda. Icarefully applied a fresh coat of red lipstick to my lips and staredseductively out at the world in front of me.I flipped the back of the bench the other way, lit a cigarette and becamelost in the vastness. I enjoy her fear as I drill her in the mouth with my immense staff,As my gargantuan testicles beat on her delicate chin,For I will cause her to gag!I will not stop!I will pull her pigtails as reigns,And pummel her girly throat with vigor!For she’s just a seductive wench that craves a hard stick,And a charming jezebel that loves to drink cum!I adore that she’s scared as she’s subdued to the table,For she’s a naughty little freak that loves stiff cock in her ass!I plunge my tremendous meat pistol. "We can take care of them in the morning before we go to Mass," Jeffanswered.Once in his bedroom Timmy began slowly undressing. He was down to hisundershirt and briefs when Jeff appeared in his doorway. Jeff was wearinga girl's nightgown that resembled a long dress. It was white with cloudsand unicorns all over it. He was carrying his knapsack in one hand.Timmy looked at him and spoke, "I guess I should put on my pajamas."Smiling, Jeff held out the knapsack for his brother. "Or you could. Even at her young age, Jennifer did not really believe the mirror was alive or that it actually answered her questions. She realized that she must be creating the answers herself, but this didn’t reduce the satisfaction she received from these discussions. Her parents sometimes overheard her holding conversations with her mirror, but saw no problem with that. After all, most children created fantasy worlds in their minds; Jennifer’s just included someone in an old mirror.As Jennifer grew older,.