The next morning I wrote my GMAT and got a 720.

At one point Michelle was bent over and I put my thumb in her ass with my left hand while I ate the sandwich with the right. I went back to the chair, ate the sandwich while these two dildoed each other. The bread was wondrebread, which was shit and ruined the sandwich for me. I made myself a sandwich with prosciutto, philadelphia cream cheese and avocado. I got upset rather quickly that I couldn't participate Michelle said sorry. I tried to get involved a few times but the dyke wife would not let me, and told me to go sit on the chair opposite of the bed and masturbate. I came over and entered a scene with these two broads dildoing each other - my kind of night. I knew that this was bad news, but man, those tits. We fucked a few times in my condo in the next couple of weeks, and one night, she invited me over for a threesome with her dyke wife. We got tipsy - I drove a supercharged Acura CSX Type-S at the time Michelle made comments about the blower later that night she also became a blower. We hit it off, made out in the bathroom and went on a date the next night. I met Michelle at a bar called 'resposado'. Michelle followed through for the promise of giving her daughter, who was still in Brazil, with her mother, a better life. Anyway, she was a waitress at a strip club in New Jersey she came to America illegally - some dyke from Toronto appeared at this strip club, fell in love and offered to marry Michelle so that she 'could help her out' and get Canadian papers. She also had a bunch of tattoos and believed in some sort of demonic angel religion. She had massive tits, a relatively pretty face, a forehead that was too big and a c-section scar above her vag. When I was thirty, I met a Brazilian woman named Michelle.

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