Hey are these to your new Beamer?" she asked, gesturing towards the keys on my dresser."Yeah, what about them?" When are you going to let me drive it?... I'm not going to let you drive it. Ever." Come on, please? Just let me drive it on the way to dinner tonight."Normally I might have let her, but I had never been as sexually frustrated as I was at that moment. With her standing there looking sexy as hell all I could think of was her climaxing in pleasure as she shoved that dildo in and out of. This is compliments of the 'Shy One' the subject is Beer!!!Sometimes when I reflect on all the beer I drink, I feel ashamed. Then I look into the glass and think about the workers in the brewery and all of their hopes and dreams. If I didn't drink this beer, they might be out of work and their dreams would be shattered. I think, "It is better to drink this beer and let their dreams come true than be selfish and worry about my liver."Babe Ruth"I feel sorry for people who don't drink. When they. You can search me if you want!"The dean did look through his backpack. He could see that his clothesdid not show any lumps which resembled a marker. While all of that washappening, the bell rang. Davey was going to be late for his pre-algebrafinal. The dean walked him to his locker, where he got out his book,calculator, and (spare) marker.As the dean wrote out a late slip for him, he grumped "I bet whoeversaid that about me did it himself." Why would he do that?" Who was it? Maybe I could tell. .a comment..perhaps praise. All I can muster is a deep gutteral growl and a lusty smile as I grasp your hair and toy with it's silky softness. I battle the urge to thrust forward and impale your mouth. Almost in anticipation your open your mouth and suck me deep once again.........swirling the tip with the end of your tongue.My knee's begin to shake, my sac tigthens, my shaft swells a few millitmeters as I feel that tingling sensation deep in my balls. I feel a freighttrain of pleasure.