They move in slowly, deliberately. First touching with shoulders, and then with knees and arms. Their chief targets are boobs and bottoms. Bottom-pinc...ers are of a class of their own. They stand with innocent looking faces and, taking advantage of the crowd and the jostle, they move their hands like the tentacles of an octopus. In their hearts, they wish that they had eight arms, because bottoms are available in scores. Yes, their are women who love to be pinched. After spending their nights. You’re a good person. I know it, and your dog knows it too,’ Lynn pointed over at Major. ‘We know too much about each other to be shy at this point. So quit being a proud butch, and share your troubles with your friends, let us help.’ Lynn sat down on the sofa looking at Sam with a doting expression. Almost immediately Major jumped into his lap, getting as much of his body onto Lynn as possible. Lynn began to fuss, Major was getting hair all over his outfit! ‘OMG! My lint roller is going have. Quickly, she sponged her body completely and did her best to hide the evidence of her guilt. It would be another day in the school with the young hooligans who did their best to torment her beyond her limits. She was exceedingly careful to avoid looking at the graduating boys on the verge of manhood with their packages suggestively lurking between their strong muscular legs. She was convinced most of the swaggering fellows had already tasted the delights of the less-than-virginal female. And Mrs. Thornton, were at the top of gangway welcoming guests on board. I kissed my boss's wife's hand and then shook his. I turned to introduce my mother when Mrs. Thornton let out a shrill yelp, "Tommy you sly dog. You got married when you when in Chicago. We suspected you had gal back home." Confused I looked at my mother, Mrs. Thornton was holding up my mother's left hand examining her wedding ring. We had forgotten about Mother's wedding ring, a detail that complicated our charade. Mother.
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