Sandy and I were driving down the shady lane on a motorcycle... a small Honda we came to a bridge with water flowing under it... she was behind me on the seat... she wanted to smoke a cigarette there... so she reached around and grabbed my dick and balls.... the motor cycle started to wobble.... before we came to a stop!
We stood on the bridge looking over... and I was thinking of taking her under the bridge.. and doing naughty things to her there, that she would not mind at all...............
The Blasphemer was wishing that he was hip.........
and had looked in on the kids while they were sleeping more often... as they were growing up... more often.... wrapped up in their little blankets sleeping so carefree, Now they were adults with children of their own.
Fear: The Blasphemers Death...........
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