Which to me sounded gross but I guess it was a fairly accurate way to describe the look. When I crossed my legs or walked . . . the material rubbed a...ainst my clit . . . so it was like I was masturbating everywhere I went! Sorry guys . . . you’ll have to miss this sensation. My dad liked to pretend that he didn't like me wear this pair of shorts in public, but I knew it turned him on something fierce . . . anytime I wore them. All I had to do was put them on, wiggle my ass in front of him. ” Her smile when she said she wanted fun made me wonder if that meant have a fling. What does she mean by fun? After eating, we continued talking for over two hours, sharing thoughts and feelings, opening up and saying things to each other that strangers usually don’t share. We talked about relationships, what we loved, what we disliked, our passions, our longings, out dreams. Somehow, our conversation became intimate, touching each other’s hearts. Sometimes we laughed, sometimes we were quiet. For heaven's sake, the damn thing, whatever it was, was no more than twenty yards from my feet. It shouldn't be beyond the wit of man to devise a method of reaching it. A few moments calculation indicated that, as the object was closer to the back of the copse, I would be better to brave the brambles.I returned to the shed and dug out my machete. The rhododendrons and I may have come to an amicable agreement but the same could not be said of the brambles which would invade the garden and take. She smiled at the way he made the request and stood to go to the dance floor. Bob helped by moving her chair. As mentioned previously, Bob scoped out their backsides when his dance partner walked to the dance floor. He concluded that Eileen had a nice little butt and trim ankles.The tempo was upbeat and Eileen was a good dancer. They danced well as a couple. The next song was a polka and this about cleared the dance floor. Eileen was a little surprised when Bob asked if she wanted to give it a.