"It's not like they had recordings of what people said. Could dictate word for word what your preacher said at Sunday's sermon. And translation isn't a power. Knowing Hebrew and Greek and their use of words is knowledge. Neither Jesus or God wrote any words, just men who were inspired to do so."
The Professor and Mom's warning float through my mind. Don't go into the tall grass, you could get hurt it you don't have a Pokemon with you. ' I smile, heer worry over nothing, that's when my foot catches on something and I trip.
AA, sni, sni, SNIVYYYY!" He screams just when his cock erupts sending his cum across my body. It splashes across my belly and chest, it has a minty, basil like smell to it, in a different circumstance, I might enjoy the smell. He looks at me through seelling lidded eyes, still stroking his hard cock.
My throat hurts with all the yelling, then I see two more vines emerge, but they look different from the others.
The tips are wider then the rest of the vine, and are a deeper green, and I see slits at the top...the end of the story look at the video above ↑ ↑ ↑