This week, my mother’s neighbor was driving.The plan was to spend the afternoon relaxing. A fifteen minute drive separated my mother’s house from ...he nearest village and vegetation reigned supreme in the area. I was looking forward to spending some time outside, but the cold of approaching winter left a permanent chill in the air. Since I had not planned on such cold weather, I had not brought many warm clothes and was forced to spend the remainder of the afternoon inside.My mother didn’t have. .Date: 11/5/01 3:48:10 PM Eastern Standard TimeFrom: Alexis in AlaskaTo: PJcocoaDear Gary ~First, don't say that I didn't warn you. This is a story idea that you need to write.There, forewarned is forearmed.So, Shon and I were talking the other night about turning vices into stories (I happened to be in the throes of a chocolate attack, so you can see where the subject idea came from), and Shon boasted that he could turn ANY vice into an assm story. I said no way, 'cause Gary's a chain smoker. They are the unsung heroes of any team, especially the really good teams that everyone talks about and writes stories about.“You and Ben and Jason come sit next to me so we can talk. You’ll have the rest of your life to cuddle with those beautiful young girls of yours.”I sat on one side of Dr. McHenery, with Ben and Toro on the other side as the teams were warming up.“I know all of you have read the writeup in the Masonville paper by now, but have you seen The Dallas Morning News?” he. I could see the vertical slit between her legs, with the gradations of shades of pink that defined the difference between her lips, and the darker, moister tissue inside her vagina itself. I thought that I could see her pussy actually glisten with moisture, and wondered if it was a trick of the light, or if she might be lubricating.I commented that she should stand and see how she liked the pumps, and she turned her head back to me, and smiling at me, said, "They certainly feel comfortable.