- Find out that your wife is a round-heeled slut.- Listen to (and believe) her when she promises that she is sorry, that she really loves you and that...it will never happen again.- Forgive her.- Find out that she lied.- Divorce her.Life's unanswered questions:What came first, the chicken or the egg?If nothing sticks to Teflon, how do they get Teflon to stick to the pan?Why do we park in driveways and drive on parkways?If tin whistles are made of tin, what do they make fog horns out of?Am I drawn. This is something I started writing about on my blog two years ago and thought I should finish it up with all the details.First off, I live in a crappy, tiny little old house which sucks, but it is right on the ocean about an hour and a half north of Sydney. I don’t lock the door on my house and my mates keep their surf boards on my back deck and rock up all the time which is great. One of those mates is Alex who I had been fucking for about six months when this experience happened. Neither. Her bra was a bit of a loss, I liked the way it felt against my chest, but her breasts were a much greater reward. She had taken the time to pierce her nipples. This was certainly a pleasure as the piercings looked quite enticing on her.Also pierced was her navel, and of course her ears. For a girl her age she had quite a flair for body art. She had quite good taste in metal though. I had to remember that skill after she had been properly trained. Perhaps I would have her give piercing to the. I do want to get to know you in depth,” giggled Wanda. “I know that I’m going to love this job.” The lecherous look on Julie’s face told me that Wanda would be hired. I smiled and started to tidy the unfinished chores I still had to do. About forty-five minutes later, I got up to leave for the day. Going into the outer office, I saw hat Julie was still at her desk. “So Julie, what do you think? Shall we hire her?” I asked. “Do bears shit in the woods, Mr. Marshall? Of course, we are. I saw that.