There’s not much in it, but you can verify my mug shots when they want your testimony.”
Leland Jones held his hand steady before him. When the front door shut behind him, I slumped in Ridley’s chair, suddenly realizing how much I’d eaten. Porn sex Ridley unconsciously touched his left cheek. A heavy, black hand crashed against my husband’s skull! A chuckling old black man, wanking slowly on his big cock, kicked the door shut, sending my husband wailing into the night! “What happened? I could only shake my head at the end of my devastated husband’s tale. With a cry of mental anguish, he dashed to the door, fumbled with the lock, finally unlatched it, opened it, leaped outside, bent over suddenly, and puked his guts out. Rising and hauling my legs off the side of the bed, I got up and pressed my feet into a pair of slippers. It wasn’t a big deal, but it would stain a spotless record of attendance. There wasn’t a scrap left on the table. Before my husband’s need for air was sated fully, Leland clenched the hair in his hand, tight! “Talk to me, or I’ll stuff your gob again.”
“I- can’t h-handle this.
