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The WWE thing is old and has just been released because Linda McMahon ran for Senate and won the nomination. JUST NOW the mainstream media caught up with it when it is from like 2003. NOW it's breaking news. F*cktards. 

Well, that was a bummer.

Enjoy! Tell me what you think and what you wanna do to them

I have some harmless stuff on YT but the harass me, other content gets kicked all the time, I wonder if there is a site , where one can post freely, but not a porn site, as the suff I like has nothing to do with porn.

Very nice.  Thanks!

That's really tragic 

http://www.newsoftheworld.co.uk/scottish/scottish_news/543330/Neve-Lafferty-left-a-touching-note-at-boyfriends-graveside.html

TONY AND CASSIE

At 7:45 the young couple were making love in a motel room, by midnight they were corpses.
   Tony groaned with pleasure as his young girlfriend sucked his cock. It had been a long boring day meeting Cassie’s parents for the first time, but this was the perfect antidote. Cassie was a real firecracker, long dark hair with luscious long legs and a rack and an arse to die for. As innocent as she made herself appear when her parents were around, Tony knew she was anything but. They had fucked in a cinema, in a supermarket car park, in a cemetery, anywhere there was a risk they’d be caught; that turned Cassie on immensely and Tony was more than happy to go along with her demands. After she had finished, Cassie went to the bathroom to clean herself up, leaving her boyfriend still laying on the bed, his manhood throbbing. She smiled, life was so good at the moment it seemed too good to be true. Tony was the one, she knew he was, as surely as she’d ever known anything. They had clicked six months ago as if they’d known each other for a million years, and the sex had always been amazing. There would be another session when they got back to the city where they shared a student flat. Yes, there would be another work-out.
   They left the motel and started driving down the country A-Road to the motorway. Tony drove quite fast, it was a quiet Sunday evening, and it was easy to reach speeds of 70-80 mph on the single-lane road. However, after going round one corner Tony almost had to brake quite harshly. There was some berk, (probably an old fart ambling along after a couple of whiskeys in the golf club, in his estimation) slowly weaving his way on the road at 30-40 mph. Tony beeped his horn. The car did not move. Tony tried to overtake, but the car continued weaving. Finally, Tony ran out of patience and accelerated a couple of meters away from the other car’s rear whilst beeping his horn furiously. Finally, the other car let them pass, and as they did Tony shouted “you fucking cocksucker!” through the window. He didn’t see the other car properly and didn’t bother to check, if he had, he would have seen not a lone, confused old man but a number of hooded figures inside. Tony continued to race along the road; Cassie gave him a look meant to convey ‘calm down dear’ and they both burst out laughing. The sooner they got home, the sooner they could….express their love. Tony slowed down significantly and leaned over to kiss his girl on the lips. As he did there was a shunt from behind. And again. There was a vehicle behind them driving at breakneck speed, determined to get them out of the way. Tony tried to speed up, but it was too late, a shattering collision from behind forced them off the road and down a hill. As they screamed, the car started to roll, over and over again. And then: blackness.

When Cassie awoke she didn’t feel any pain, but a strange, numb light-headedness. Toby beside her lay still, a few laboured breaths emerging from him, until finally they stopped. Cassie held him tight as she began to lose consciousness, the last thing she remembered hearing being the sirens of the ambulance and the police. Maybe it will be ok after all.

(ii) Aftermath

By the time the emergency services came on the scene, Tony was dead and Cassie was unconscious. She was assessed to have massive internal injuries and rushed to the hospital in the ambulance. There was no need to rush with Tony; the doctor officially pronounced him dead and he was zipped up inside a black bodybag. When Cassie arrived in the hospital her situation worsening rapidly, he was arriving in the morgue. While surgeons desperately operated on the young woman to repair the damage, Tony was being autopsied, his organs removed and weighed; as the doctors realised they could do no more for Cassie and her crying family kept a vigil at her bedside, he had already been sewn back up and washed. By the time a sheet was gently pulled over Cassie’s sleeping face, Tony lay in a morgue drawer, his bum already plugged with cotton.

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A few days later, two black bodybags arrived at a funeral home. The details on the form were: DECEASED Tony Edwards, male, age 23, and DECEASED Cassie Emma Mathias, female, age 19. The attendant unzipped both bags to see a dead teenage goddess nude before him, and her unknowing boyfriend who was powerless to stop him. The pervy funeral worker ran his hands over her cold perky breasts, before running his tongue along the dead lips of her vagina. He looked across at Tony; it was hard to feel sorry for a guy who’d had a girl like this, even if he was a stiff in the morgue. He turned Cassie over, thrusting his cock into her tight unfeeling arse. Heck, she didn’t know, so what was the harm?
   The families agreed to bury the young couple together close to where they had gone to university, close to where they had first met. Oak coffins were chosen, and they were put in them wearing simply their normal clothes, a couple of student union sweatshirts and blue jeans. The funeral service was conducted and friends and family watched as the coffins of the two vibrant students, friends and lovers were loaded back into the hearse. At the cemetery another quick service was conducted, but what nobody knew was that on as bench nearby the young couple had made love only three weeks earlier. Little did the young couple know that when they were fucking on the bench, they were only weeks away from laying dead in oak coffins, about to be lowered into the earth.

After the burial, the families appealed through the national media to help find the people that had done this. Eventually they caught three sixteen year old joyriders who had been high on drink and drugs at the time. When they did get to court, all three were sentenced to five years, with the possibility of release in 30 months. While Tony and Cassie decomposed in their graves, the defence team appealed against the sentence as ’too harsh’ because of the age and previous good record of the defendants. The sentence was duly lowered. Two years later, they were released, and they were free to go on with their lives. But Tony and Cassie still rotted underground, and their families and friends still grieved for them.

Boo!
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