All Of Them But Missing Wooden Spoon

I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a cashier hand this little boy some money back. The boy couldn’t have been more than 5 or 6 years old. The cashier said, “I’m sorry, but you don’t have enough money to buy this doll.” Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ”Granny, are you sure I don’t have enough money?” The old lady replied: ”You know that you don’t have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.” Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly. The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand. Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to. “It’s the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.” I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her afterall, and not to worry. But he replied to me sadly. “No, Santa Claus can’t bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.” His eyes were so sad while saying this. “My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.” My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said: “I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.” Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me “I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won’t forget me. I love my mommy and I wish she doesn’t have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.” Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly. I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. “Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?” “OK,” he said, “I hope I do have enough.” I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money. The little boy said: “Thank you God for giving me enough money!” Then he looked at me and added, “I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give it to my sister. He heard me!” “I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn’t dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.” “My mommy loves white roses.” A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket. I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn’t get the little boy out of my mind. Then I remembered a local newspaper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy? Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young woman had passed away. I couldn’t stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed forever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him. Now you have 2 choices: 1) Reblog this message. 2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart

Not that agree with chainmail, but wow

Finally get to play again

Unlike several other supposedly real stories on here. Between life and nervousness on both our parts it took Brie and I over 6 months to play again. It was the second week of summer when Brie and I were finally left alone again. Mom had taken a job with her friends leaving us alone all day.

The first day mom was going to work she woke my brother and me up. I slowly made my way downstairs. Brie was already up and watching cartoons. Mom started to give me the list of rules and chores. I was only halfway listening when I realized mom was just giving me things to do and nothing for my brother. I asked about it and mom explained he was going to a friends house. I looked over toward Brie about to complain when I saw the huge smile on her face. I stopped and continued to listen. When mom finished explaining everything and our brother finally came down stairs. I got up to get breakfast. I asked Brie if she wanted anything she said she had already eaten. I was cleaning up my bowl when mom and our brother finally left.

I moved to the living room and started watching cartoons with Brie. She was laying on the floor in her little night gown. Her night gown had gotten pushed up and her little panty covered ass was right in front of me. I had recently found mom’s panty drawer and was in love with satin panties. Brie was wearing what looked like satin panties. My eyes were glued to her shiny panty ass when Brie said what you looking at. My brain to mouth filter turned off said your panty covered ass. Then snapping out of my trance said they look silkie and shiny. Brie then shocked me by saying do you want to feel them. I looked up meeting her eyes and said can I. She nodded and turned back to the tv. I slowly moved to the floor and gently placed my hand on her satin panty covered ass. I said the are so soft and silkie. I started to gently rub her ass.

I was still rubbing her ass when a commercial came on. Brie looked back at me with a huge smile. I said remember when we played and she tentively nodded. I said if you kept the secret we could play again when we were alone. Again she nodded and I said do you want to play again. She lite up with a huge smile nodding vigorously. I smiled and said you want me to lick you again. She nodded and quietly said do you want to rub on me again. I said if you want me too. She started to pull her night gown off. I stopped her and she started pouting. I said let’s go upstairs to play. She jumped up and bolted up to her room. I quickly followed and found her night gown in her door way and panties in front of her bed. I walked right up to her spread her legs and buried my face in her little pussy. It already had a little moisture leaking. I was lost in the taste and smell. I lick, tease, and dipped my tongue in as deep as I could into her little pussy. When her legs finally clamped down on my head. She was squirming and breathing heavy. I continued working her pussy when she moaned and tensed up and grunted. When she finally released me I looked up and smiled saying was that good. Brie glazed eye nodded with a huge smile.

I stood up dropped my shorts releasing my throbbing dick. Brie seemed to snap out of her pleasure hazy and locked her eyes on my dick. I said you ready for my dick. In response she scooted closer to the edge of the bed and spread her legs. I stepped up between her legs and guided my dick to her pussy. I was not leaking precum it was free flowing. I slide my dick down her pussy dipping between her lips coating her soaking pussy with my precum. As I pulled my dick back up between her lips. Brie moaned and shifted a little. My dick head tip slipped in a little more. When I felt the pressure on my head I lost it and started pumping my cum in and on her pussy. I being young stayed hard when I finished cumming. So I continued sliding my dick up and down Brie’s super slick pussy. Brie was starting to match my movements as well as moaning occasionally. When on one of my upward movement everything lined up perfectly. The tip of my dickhead slipped ia little more into Brie’s pussy. Again sending me over the edge and with the perfect line up my cum shot directly into Brie’s pussy. She jumped a little like the very first time I shot into her. But because of the feeling and me being slightly deeper in her my load continued to shoot directly into her.

When I finished emptying my balls the second time. I leaned down hovering over her and gently kissed Brie on the lips. She responded and we worked into a clumsy deep French kiss. The passionate kiss went on for long enough for life to return to my ten year old dick. On instinct I started thrusting my hips. I rolled us over with her on top of me. After some giggling and readjustments we dove back into the clumsy passionate kiss. Again I started thrusting my hips up and pushing her hips down. With her laying on me are clumsy kiss continuing. Brie started rocking her hips as I pushed them down. Luck on my side everything lined up and even more of tip of my dick head hit her hole dead on going in more. Brie grunted and jumped breaking our kiss and dick pussy connection.

She had a strange almost scared look on her face. I asked if she was okay and what’s was wrong. She sat up on my stomach and looked back at my dick then to my face. She did that a couple of times before saying. I felt your pointing at my dick go in my pointing at her pussy. I said I am sorry it was an accident. Continuing before she could think anymore. I asked did it hurt and how did it feel. She thought about it. I was getting nervous when Brie finally said it didn’t hurt. Then she said it felt funny. I asked do you like when I stick my tongue in you. She nodded I thought about it then said do you think it was that it surprised you. She thought then nodded. I crocked my finger at her pointing to my lips. She leaned down to kiss me again and in the process her hips slide back. After our kiss got deeper I started thrusting my hips and she soon was rocking her hips.

Our kiss got more and more passionate but the magic line up didn’t happen this time. I broke the kiss and said can I rub my dick on your pussy. She breathing hard nodded. I had her sit up slide down until her little pissy lips were wrapped around my little shaft. I helped her in starting to rock her hips. So she took over control and got in a great rhythm. Watching her face as I felt my balls start to tingle leading up to my cum. Brie eyes were closed and her pace was picking up. I was trying to hold back as Brie’s breathing became heavier. Little grunts and moans were slipping out as she really started to grind hard on my dick. All the sudden my dick got really slippery and Brie moaned loudly. Still grinding but with the extra lube I started grunting. I grabbed her hips and start helping her get me off. I was grunting hard just about to cum when Brie’s eyes shot open. She screamed and started to shake. I grunted as I started to cum and reached up pulling her down for a kiss.

We kissed for a little while why we recovered. When we separated we were covered in our mixed juices. Smiling I said we should probably clean up and start our chores. Brie pouted and said she wants to play more. I said we can once we have done our chores because if we don’t do it them mom won’t let us stay home alone together. Brie thought and said okay. We went and showered together. When we got back down stairs I realized that it was lunchtime. Meaning we had been upstairs for several hours lost in each other. I made lunch and after that we cleaned up. I let her go watch tv while I did my chores. I had just finished when mom called.

That evening when mom got home she talked to us. Telling us that our brother was spending the week at his friends house. When we didn’t complain mom was surprised. I said he gets bossy when he is in charge. This way we can do what we want when we want. When mom went to get ready for bed Brie hopped on my lap causing me to grunt. She said can we play tomorrow when mom leaves. I said yes we can and quickly kissed her. Brie had just got back on the couch when mom came out. This week we had alone was a solidifying our incestious relationship. We played the rest of the week with out worrying about getting caught. But our brother was home the next several weeks until the 4th of July. Brie and I were able to play some. Then we figured out times to play just didn’t have hours to ourselves. That was until the very end of summer. That is when Brie did things that changed our relationship again. Hopefully be able to get it done quicker than this.

On and off for 30 years

I have…..a few times

Found this today and thought it was worth sharing

I THINK THIS GUY HAS IT ALL COVERED. I COULDN’T SPOT ANYTHING HE LEFT OUT. CAN I GET AN AMEN!?

I am the Democratic, Republican Liberal-Progressive’s Worst Nightmare. I am a White, Conservative, Tax-Paying, American Veteran, Gun Owning Biker. That’s me!

I am a Master Mason. I work hard and long hours with my hands to earn a living.

I believe in God and the freedom of religion, but I don’t push it on others

I ride Harley Davidson Motorcycles.

I believe in American products and buy them whenever I can.

I believe the money I make belongs to me and not some liberal governmental functionary, Democrat or Republican, that wants to share it with others who don’t work!

I’m in touch with my feelings and I like it that way!

I think owning a gun doesn’t make you a killer; it makes you a smart American.

I think being a minority does not make you noble or victimized, and does not entitle you to anything. Get over it!

I believe that if you are selling me a Big Mac or any other item, you should do it in English.

I believe there should be no other language option.

I believe everyone has a right to pray to his or her God when and where they want to.

My heroes are Malcolm Forbes, Bill Gates, John Wayne, Babe Ruth, Roy Rogers, and Willie G. Davidson, who makes the awesome Harley Davidson Motorcycles

I don’t hate the rich. I don’t pity the poor.

I know wrestling is fake and I don’t waste my time watching or arguing about it.

I’ve never owned a slave, nor was I a slave. I haven’t burned any witches or been persecuted by the Turks, and neither have you!

I believe if you don’t like the way things are here, go back to where you came from and change your own country! This is AMERICA …We like it the way it is and more so the way it was….so stop trying to change it to look like Russia or China, or some other socialist country!

If you were born here and don’t like it… you are free to move to any Socialist country that will have you. I believe it is time to really clean house, starting with the Congress and all those who oppose the POTUS.

I want to know which church is it, exactly, where the Reverend Jesse Jackson preaches, where he gets his money, and why he is always part of the problem and not the solution? Can I get an AMEN on that one?

I also think the cops have the right to pull you over if you’re breaking the law, regardless of what color you are, but not just because you happen to ride a bike.

And, no, I don’t mind having my face shown on my driver’s license. I think it’s good….

And I’m proud that ‘God’ is written on my money..

I think if you are too stupid to know how a ballot works, I don’t want you deciding who should be running the most powerful nation in the world for the next four years.

I dislike those people standing in the intersections trying to sell me stuff or trying to guilt me into making ‘donations’ to their cause….Get a job and do your part to support yourself and your family!

I believe that it doesn’t take a village to raise a child, it takes a man and woman ..

I believe ‘illegal’ is illegal no matter what the lawyers think!

I believe the American flag should be the only one allowed in AMERICA ! If this makes me a BAD American, then yes, I’m a BAD American. If you are a BAD American too, please forward this to everyone you know…

We want to return our country to the values it was founded on, and prospered under for over 200 years!

My Country…I hope this offends all illegal aliens.

My great, great, great, great grandfather watched and bled as his friends died in the Revolution and the War of 1812.

My great, great, great grandfather watched as his friends died in the Mexican American War.

My great, great grandfather watched as his friends and brothers died in the Civil War.

My great grandfather watched as his friends died in the Spanish-American War.

My grandfather watched as his friends died in WW I.

My father watched as his friends died in WW II and the Korean War.

I watched as my friends died in Vietnam, Panama and Desert Storm.

My son watched and bled as his friends died in Afghanistan and Iraq..

None of them died for the Mexican Flag.

Everyone of them died for the American flag.

Texas high school students raised a Mexican flag on a school flag pole, other students took it down. Guess who was expelled…the students who took it down.

California high school students were sent home on Cinco de Mayo because they wore T-shirts with the American flag printed on them.

Enough is enough!

This message needs to be viewed by every American; and every American needs to stand up for America .

We’ve bent over to appease the America-haters long enough.

I’m taking a stand.

I’m standing up because of the hundreds of thousands who died fighting in wars for this country, and for the American flag.

If you agree, stand up with me.

And shame on anyone who tries to make this a racist message.

AMERICANS, stop giving away Your RIGHTS! Let me make this clear! THIS IS MY COUNTRY!

This statement DOES NOT mean I’m against immigration!

YOU ARE WELCOME HERE, IN MY COUNTRY, welcome to come legally:

1. Get a sponsor!

2. Learn the LANGUAGE, as immigrants have in the past!

3. Live by OUR rules!

4. Get a job!

5. Pay YOUR Taxes!

6. No Social Security until you have earned it and Paid for it!

7. NOW find a place to lay your head!

We’ve gone so far the other way … bent over backwards not to offend anyone.

Only AMERICANS seems to care when American Citizens are being offended!

WAKE UP America !!!

IN GOD WE STILL TRUST

GOD BLESS THE USA

“If My people who are called by My name, will humble themselves and seek My face, and turn from their sins, then I will hear from heaven and forgive their sins, and heal their land.”

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