Why is psychoanalysis so much quicker for men than for women?Men don't need to be regressed back to their c***dhood.Why are well-dressed men always ma...ried?Because their wife chooses their clothes for them.What do you call a man with only half a brain?Gifted.Why are men such wankers?Because they have a willy with a head but no brains that hangs out with two nuts and lives next door to an arsehole.What do a beer bottles and men have in common?They are both empty from the neck up.Why can women. Too scared to turn and face my tormentor I let out a bloodcurdling scream, again I thrash around almost freeing myself only to be confronted face to face with one of the ugliest creatures I could ever have imagined! I close my eyes praying that I will awaken in my warm comfy bed. My prayers go unheard and as I open my eyes again I find myself surrounded by a number of strange otherworldly creatures who all appear to have their attention set on me. I feel a strong grip encase my skull as I am. ..-"C'est trop bon Tonton, j'aime bien-"Tu vois, je t'avais dit que tu allais apprécier"Je m'étonnais moi même car désormais je ne me laissais plus guider par mon oncle et ses mouvements d'ascenseur de haut en bas mais c'était moi même qui donnais le rythme de la pénétration, lui ne bougeait plus du tout, sa queue majestueusement dressée et moi, je m'enfoncais vigoureusement dessus, à l'aide de mes jambes je me relevais pour mieux me rempaler a fond et plus fort encore dessus : j'étais devenu. The steam from the shower caused your scent to rise off my skin, and reignite the fire in me. Dropping the shower sponge, I rubbed my hard clit with my right hand while pulling and rubbing my nipples with my left hand. I could feel my cavern getting wetter as my finger darted between my soft pink lips to tease my g-spot. It felt good, yes; but not as good as you did. I shouldn’t have left tonight, I should have stayed; I should have given in. I bit my bottom lip as the waves of pleasure ran.