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That’s not so bad is it?” She finally agreed, albeit teen reluctantly. It was time to decide on my next plan of action. So I put on my coat and made for the local pub for a few pints of lager and some quiet thinking time. It was dead in the pub, just as I had hoped since I needed some peace and quiet to plan my next move. But to my surprise, the answer to my problem was sitting right in front of me, as gloves soon as I sat down with my first pint. It was a young lad, a teenager, nursing half a lager, with tears trickling down his cheeks. I recognised him instantly – it was Jason Briggs, my daughter’s ex-boyfriend. He and my Chloe had split up nearly a year ago, and I hadn’t seen him since, until today. I greeted him, shook his hand doggystyle and joined him at the table. The poor lad looked in a bad way, sitting in the pub, sobbing like a baby. He petite looked dirty and dishevelled and was surrounded by black bin bags full of clothes. He young was inconsolable at first, but once I’d bought him another drink and calmed him down, he got talking. I reached out and grabbed a towel and ran for the phone, thankfully Mum would not be home for a few hours as she was working at the hospital until seven thirty tonight and I didn’t want her to walk in on me walking across the unit with a hard on wearing nothing but a towel. “Anything baby girl.” I replied as I gloves glanced up to see Allysa touching her boobs and smiling at me. Just as he teen started to go down stairs he turned and said, “I’ve got a better idea, wake Vicky up and get the shaving things into the punishment room. I then opened the door and got out of the car, I closed the young car door and gave my brother a wave bye bye. I was also confused by them actually surrendering in the first place. Do they have our sizes?" For all she knew, Haley and doggystyle her friend were pranking her, or both insane. When she saw him, her supermodel-worthy face took on an unmistakable expression of hunger. “To the Pub!” he cried, “Er where is it?” he asked. Marissa was draped across her bed in a lacy bra and petite panties, a smoky look on her face. When she had to go back, she insisted I clone my dick with this kit that made an exact rubber copy of my own penis. She had never noticed it before, but her mom was fucking hot. “Nope, absolutely not.