One day I got a letter from my mom telling me that I had a letter from some attorneys in Oregon. Thankfully the reading didn’t last much beyond 20 minutes and as I heard Mr. Sex Coming back to his desk he set his burdens down and handed me the key ring and the sheet of paper. The family continued to grow and prosper for the most part and by the time of the American Revolution were vocal opponents of British Rule and George III. “I’m sorry darling, but that’s not me. Samantha was nearly 5’10” tall and had 36C breasts that fit her slender frame perfectly. It was like someone had just hit her with a cattle prod as her hips came up off the bed with enough force to nearly shake me off. “I didn’t know that that was the type of relationship you wanted because you made it clear from the beginning you didn’t want any attachments, that all you wanted to do was enjoy life and have sex.” I replied back “When did that all change?”
“I don’t know, but it did and I want more than the fucking 4 to 5 times a week.
