Some years ago, there was a Mensa convention in San Francisco.Mensa, as you know, is a national organization for people who have an IQ of 140 or highe....Several of the Mensa members went out for lunch at a local cafe.When they sat down, one of them discovered that their salt shaker contained pepper, and their pepper shaker was full of salt.How could they swap the contents of the two bottles without spilling any, and using only the implements at hand?Clearly -- this was a job for Mensa minds.The. "Er, let me see how I get on on my own, will you? Then maybe you could look back to see if you think it's a good fit." Shall I bring matching panties and stockings?" No, that won't be necessary. I'll be wearing my wife's." Slightly phased by this answer, he withdrew graciously.I eagerly stripped down to the buff, before gingerly lowering the corset over my head. The brush of the satin panels against my breasts gave me a frisson of excitement and my nipples hardened. I knew I was beginning to. . um ... Grandpa Jones," God choked out. "You were brought here for a specific reason. We must get to the purpose of this meeting now! The fate of the human race depends on it!" Okay," Grandpa sighed. "What's the problem? I'll try to help you out."God's eyes bulged slightly, and he had to take several deep breaths before he was able to say, "Man's atrocities have greatly offended me. The sins of the wicked go unpunished, and mankind refuses to oppose evil. The human race is going to be. " Jane got down with me to help out she tongued his hairy balls and she covertly reached out and gently stroked my throbbing dick. I had never thought about guys at all but his hot cock and the damp musky smell of Tom's balls was stirring something inside me. Tom pulled out of my mouth and told me to stand. I struggled to my feet my knees were wobbly he pushed my face first into the wall and he got behind me. I felt him press his cock against my asshole that would not open for him he pulled.