^Michael^

1.Hold my Hand One of the most beautiful duets EVER. Michael's voice is just beautiful I actually even like the modern beat to it. HMH is actully one of the first MJ songs I ever heard. I remember going to the biblioteca and getting Michael Jackson Number Ones and Michael. I listend to Number Ones first then I listened to Michael. And oh my gosh. When I heard Hold my Hand for the first time I started to cry. I knew like nothing about Michael back then but I cried. At the end it just kills me when he says, "MmmmmMmmmMmmMmm. Hold my hand." I just kept replaying that song over and over again. And...

dato the recente turn of events pertaining to the Jackson kids and their inheritance, it 's as though some of their relatives aren't too thrilled with the idea of being disinherited da Michael, so they decide they're going to get their attorney in order to domanda to the validity of his will, which was drawn up seven prior to his pass in 2009. I can understand members of his family are upset, but do they take out on mother, Katherine and his three children? It was not to long fa due to their constant interference on on how their raised, Mrs. Jackson was ordered da the judge to share custody...

The rain seemed to intensify with their Amore making, almost encouraging them o even daring them. Another blast of lightning bathed them momentarily and the thunder made itself known - almost as loud as Michael. He rode Mark furiously as he wailed to the ceiling of his ranch bedroom. He pawed up his neck and nipples and tossed his messy dark hair. Fresh sweat dripped from his relaxed locks and forhead and fell to Mark's chest like little raindrops.

Mark tried to concentrate and held onto Michael's small hips encouragingly. He thrust up into his tight wet Amore hole so hard that Michael would...

Michael felt so sicuro, cassetta di sicurezza and secure in the darkness that surrounded him. Even with his smooth caramello skin completly exposed he felt comfort. He did not open his eyes. His breath was slow and concentrated and his senses high; he didn't need to see. He only needed to feel. His cuore began to race with the passing seconds.

Michael ran a hand over his curvy thigh and another through his loose, dark curls. His lover's mouth massaged his most aching part as he began to moan in ecstasy. The pressure was building in him so rapidly that he knew he would soon succumb, but to what, he was unsure. He only...