I thought it was foreplay for something a bit heavier." The husband said, "No, not at all." The wife then asked, "Well, what were you doing then?" "Oh", he said, "I was just wetting my fingers so I could turn the pages in my book! " He replies, "I'm going to offer my condolences." RANDOM SHITE Whoever said Random Shite was exciting, intriguing and even a bit stimulating was dead right.
I don't know what I need, besides the overwhelming urge to flee from a populated room and lock myself in a cold, dark room. Not the toss-and-turn-for-four-fucking-hours, pillow-throwing, rage-inducing sleep. Not the kind of sleep that eventually ends with laying in bed until the afternoon, only to "wake up" tired and numb. That which I used to enjoy has become an anxiety-inducing chore, and to engage is to panic.
" Sadie lost her husband almost four years ago and still has not gotten out of her depression, mourning as if it were only yesterday. " She replies, "My breasts you can fondle, my body is yours to explore, but down there I am still in mourning." He knows he's not getting lucky that night. Her standing there with the black panties on and he in his birthday suit; except that he has an erection on which he has a black condom. By the way Random Shite is exciting, intriguing and even a bit stimulating... Tall, well built, with long flowing black hair and jet black eyes.
Her daughter constantly calls her and urges her to get back into the world. There she stood nude except for a pair of black lacy panties. RS - RS - RS - RS - RS - RS - RS - RS - RS - RS - RS - RS RS - RS - RS - RS - RS - RS - RS - RS - RS - RS - RS - RS During a transatlantic flight, a plane passes through a severe storm. Then she yells, "Well, if I'm going to die, I want my last minutes on earth to be memorable. He starts to walk slowly up the aisle, unbuttoning his shirt one button at a time. The woman is breathing heavily in anticipation as the stranger approaches. Muscles ripple across his chest as he reaches her, and extends the arm holding his shirt to the trembling woman, and whispers: "Iron this".
I suddenly found myself groaning, "I want to see your face as you cum".
I felt him reach down into his pocket and just as he reached orgasm, he thrust his bus pass in front of my face. I think I've just been forced to make one of the hardest decisions I've ever had to make.