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Best Extreme Lady Boy

Ladyboy girlfriends are the best because they spend the whole day massaging their boobs and nipples and touching their balls, they spend all day excited with hard cock masturbating and touching between their legs to fill their beautiful shaved balls with delicious sperm, and they massage their asshole, to make it hot, soft, and ready to open as soon as you come home and want to fuck them. They spend all day getting ready to be fucked by you and when the time finally comes, the experience is fantastic.

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Small, cute, thin, without boobs, completely without boobs, just a perfectly flat chest, with the two smallest and nicest nipples you've ever seen. And a cock, not too big, but long and thin when fully erect. And a small and tight asshole, so small and tight that it seems almost impossible to open enough to let a cock in. And two beautiful and penetrating eyes that remove any doubt, that small and tight asshole loves cocks and loves to be dilated, stretched, enlarged and fucked by big cocks. There is no doubt this beautiful little ladyboy wants you to fuck her.

Little ladyboys have something special, right? It is difficult to say what, maybe their boobs, always so round, or their smile, always so enigmatic and excited. Or maybe their cock, that cock that is always a surprise, there is no way to understand just looking at it if a ladyboy has a tiny or gigantic cock, and you never know what to expect. Or maybe their ass, or rather their asshole, always so round, soft and perfect, impossible to resist the desire to stick a finger, a tongue, or a cock inside it. Or maybe their balls, which even when they are small manage to produce immense quantities of delicious sperm. Or maybe it's the way they look at you while they ejaculate, almost a defiant look, as if to say: envious? You try to make so much sperm. Nobody knows, what we know is that they are really special, and fuck, how much they make us want to fuck them...

My man calls me Milk, and he milks me. Yes he likes to milk me, milk my beautiful and soft tits, squeezes my nipples hard hard, pulls and squeezes, and if not milk from my tits and nipples, he milks my cock, he massages my balls and masturbates hard hard to get everything out my milk. And when my milk is finished he continues to milk because he says that a good cow makes so much more milk, and then he breaks my ass because he says that you always have to make bull mount cow to make more milk and fuck hard hard and he shoots all his milk inside me ass, then milk Milk's cock again for more milk. Milk a little sad because I always have little milk and my man is not happy, but Milk is also happy because my man fucks hard hard and gives blowjobs, masturbates and fucks in the ass, so handsome, Milk is really a happy ladyboy cow.

Opposingly, awards pundit Tom O'Neil defended the nomination and the film, stating: "This is a movie that we unwisely wrote off, but we did it because we believed the critics. This movie delivers. It is a superb motion picture. It is moving, it is relevant to our time, it is extremely well made."[41]

In two columns (on June 8 and June 15) for the New York Times, Tierney argues that men outnumber women at the extreme ends of the intelligence bell curve. Though the sexes may cluster around the same average intelligence, men are more likely to occupy the very highest (and lowest) percentiles in tests of mathematical ability. Maybe this, not gender bias, is the invisible force holding up science's glass ceiling.

It's the same flawed conclusion as putting the shoddiest electronic model in pink casing, then determining from poor sales that women just don't like technology. It's the way you don't appeal to women beyond low expectations and mild curiosity that they don't involve themselves in the sciences. It's the way you conveniently ignore Arete of Cyrene, Rosa Luxemborg, Lise Meitner, Hildegard von Bingen, and all the others to present its history as exclusively male. Emilie du Chatalet was a lot more than Voltaire's lady friend and posessed an intellect to rival his own. (Same difference with promoting mythical matriarch Betsy Ross over Mercy Otis Warren.) Women didn't roll out of bed one day in the 80s and decide science was fashionable.

The problem is the way we educate the youth in The USA. Our nation has lost its footing in education and is failing its children in many ways. In particular we are doing a terrible job with white male youth from low to middle income families. The pendulum of focus has swung to the extreme and it is time for a centered approach on many fronts concerning education in The USA.

Scientific literacy is cultural/social rather than gender differences in brains. People who are fun, people who are good liars are social leaders. The dumbest are funny and bully the most. Scientists are serious people. Females get the better grades yet men get the jobs. Most males between 18 and 25 are in jail or the military. Females are in college. Males still get paid more. The smartest people I know, male or female are gay or Jewish or both. No man would ever have an intelligent conversation with me. "You think too much". It is more important to be funny or popular than to be smart. Our culture raises children with praise for mediocrity believing every child smart without effort in learning. Girls rule, boys drool.

NATIONAL BESTSELLER . "Marvelous . . .I just had to be there with the Post cereal heiress through every twist and turn."-Martha Hall Kelly, New York Times bestselling author of Lilac Girls "New-money heiress Marjorie Post isn't content to remain a society bride as she remakes herself into a savvy entrepreneur, a visionary philanthropist, a presidential hostess, and much more."-Kate Quinn, New York Times bestselling author of The Rose Code Mrs. Post, the President and First Lady are here to see you. . . . So begins another average evening for Marjorie Merriweather Post. Presidents have come and gone, but she has hosted them all.Growing up in the modest farmlands of Battle Creek,Michigan,Marjorie was inspired by a few simplerules always think for yourself, never take success for granted, and work hard-even when deemed American royalty, even while covered in imperial diamonds. Marjorie had an insatiable drive to live and love and to givemore thanshe got. From crawling through Moscow warehouses to rescue the Tsar's treasures to outrunning the Nazis in London, from serving the homeless of the Great Depression to entertaining Roosevelts, Kennedys, and Hollywood's biggest stars, Marjorie Merriweather Post lived an epic life few could imagine. Marjorie's journey began gluing cereal boxes in her father's barn as a young girl. No one could have predicted that C. W. Post's Cereal Company would grow into the General Foods empire and reshape the American way of life, with Marjorie as its heiress and leading lady. Not content to stay in her prescribed roles of high-society wife, mother, and hostess, Marjorie dared to demand more, making history in the process. Before turning thirty she amassed millions, becoming the wealthiest woman in the United States. But it was her life-force, advocacy, passion, and adventurous spirit that led to her stunning legacy. And yet Marjorie's story, though full of beauty and grandeur, set in the palatial homes she built such as Mar-a-Lago, was equally marked by challenge and tumult. A wife four times over, Marjoriesought her happily-ever-after with the blue-blooded party boy who could not outrun his demons, the charismatic financier whose charm turned to betrayal, the international diplomat with a dark side, and the bon vivant whose shocking secrets would shake Marjorie and all of society. Marjorie did everything on a grand scale, especially when it came to love. Bestselling and acclaimed author Allison Pataki has crafted an intimate portrait of a larger-than-life woman, a powerful story of one woman falling in love with her own voice and embracing her own power while shaping history in the process.

" A riveting, feminist debut about four women navigating contemporary South Korea, a world of strict social hierarchies, extreme plastic surgery and K-pop fan mania. "Even as a girl, I knew the only chance I had was to change my face. When I looked into the mirror, I knew everything in it had to change, even before a fortune-teller told me so." This utterly compelling novel follows the interconnected lives of four young women balancing on the edge of survival in contemporary Seoul, Korea. Kyuri is a heartbreakingly beautiful woman with a hard-won job at a "room salon," an exclusive bar where she entertains wealthy businessmen while they drink. Though she prides herself on her cold, clear-eyed approach to life, an impulsive mistake with a client one evening suddenly threatens her livelihood. Her roomate, Miho, is a talented artist who grew up in an orphanage but won a scholarship to study art in New York. Returning to Korea after college, she finds herself in an impossible relationship with the super-wealthy heir to one of Korea's biggest companies. Down the hall from their apartment building lives Ara, a hair stylist whose obsession with a boy-band pop star drives her to desperate extremes. And Wonna, on the floor just below, is a newlywed trying to get pregnant with a child that she and her husband will not be able to afford to raise and educate in the cutthroat economy of Seoul. Together, they give us a gripping picture of their unfamiliar world of cultural hierarchies, yet unmistakably universal in the ways their tentative friendships will prove their saving grace."-- Provided by publisher.

Jean Rhys is one of the most compelling writers of the twentieth century. Memories of her Caribbean girlhood haunt the four short and piercingly brilliant novels that Rhys wrote during her extraordinary years as an exile in 1920s Paris and later in England, a body of fiction--above all, the extraordinary Wide Sargasso Sea--that has a passionate following today. And yet her own colorful life, including her early years on the Caribbean island of Dominica, remains too little explored, until now. In I Used to Live Here Once, Miranda Seymour sheds new light on the artist whose proud and fiercely solitary life profoundly informed her writing. Rhys experienced tragedy and extreme poverty, alcohol and drug dependency, romantic and sexual turmoil, all of which contributed to the "Rhys woman" of her oeuvre. Today, readers still intuitively relate to her unforgettable characters, vulnerable, watchful, and often alarmingly disaster-prone outsiders; women with a different way of moving through the world. And yet, while her works often contain autobiographical material, Rhys herself was never a victim. The figure who emerges for Seymour is cultured, self-mocking, unpredictable--and shockingly contemporary. Based on new research in the Caribbean, a wealth of never-before-seen papers, journals, letters, and photographs, and interviews with those who knew Rhys, I Used to Live Here Once is a luminous and penetrating portrait of a fascinatingly elusive artist. 041b061a72


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