
Comment no.214 posted by Savannah: On a bad day, which was what this was turning out to be, it can be a long stumble through swampland and mud, and when you reach the lookouts, there's nothing except gray, clammy fog swirling around you. No it isn't.
Comment no.215 posted by Maya: Adam shouted. He was so tight that it was torturous to not just fuck him hard into oblivion, but I waited patiently for him to adjust.
Comment no.216 posted by Rebecca: I can cut my hair and it will grow back in the same way that it does for everyone else, but I could stab myself in the heart or slash my wrists open and nothing will happen. Easier said than done, buddy.