I’m not sure if it excited her or angered her but it’s safe to say that our activity levels kicked up a notch and she hammered me as hard as I ham...ered her. Later, Rosalind was examining her vibrating panty and as she’s an internet tekki and I’m a telecommunications tekki we began reinventing the wheel. The remote control had a useful range of about a hundred feet (32 meters). How could we improve on this system was the subject of our increasingly funny dialogue. Laughing as only those in love. What right do I have to do so? Well ... somebody has to do it, and I have the power. So that makes it my responsibility.“Does that make me – to use the phrase most often used in comments on my FaceTweet page – judge, jury, and executioner? Yes it does. The niceties of your so-called modern judicial system have been around only for a few years. Before that, there were millennia where someone -- king, baron, tribal chief -- was the sole arbiter.“I will take under consideration all requests that I. I would never answer that question. I did the smart thing and just went quiet. Mom knew there was no point in continuing the conversation. It turned into a long ride home.We came home to a full house. Greg and Angie were there with Kyle, Mac and Nate. I guess I wasn’t surprised to see Uncle John and Aunt Bonnie, but I was surprised when I saw my two grandmas. It felt good to come home and get swarmed by three babies and my wild child, who forgot there were babies and used his tail to knock them. Sucking toes and kisses behind the knees – don’t make me laugh!I kiss up and down her neck, but it doesn’t seem to work. In desperation, I move my mouth along her bare shoulder and that doesn’t have any effect. Not even a groan. Surely Playboy can’t be wrong, but perhaps American girls are different.I decide to up the ante, cut to the chase and fumble her onto her back. She lies on the bedspread, face expressionless with stiff limbs like she’s a dummy.“I love you, Isabel.”Stone faced, she.