Except for the fact that I was running late! This happened to be a Monday, which probably explains a lot. I never got the hang of Mondays and I felt t...red too, so I hit my snooze button like three times in row, which totally spoiled any chance I had of getting off before school. I ran around the house, trying to get dressed, looking for my homework from all the way last Friday, brushing my hair, brushing my teeth, brushing the lint off my skirt cause I forgot to clean the filter in the dryer. She was so soft and pliablesurrounding him. He suddenly frantically needed to release her. He worked feverishlyto let loose all the bonds. Finally she was free. Her legs gratefully wrappedaround him. Her nails bit into his back as he rammed her wetness. Finally, his own climax was building. He could never last long with her. Withthree powerful thrusts it came, and he grunted almost painfully in his torrentrelease. His semen filled her body, and finally he fell, spent atop her. He quickly then. I pull her face away from my cock... and I demand that she look down at your face...and through the glazey haze of all the spit in your eye you look up at your wifes beautiful abused face, her mascara is running from the tears, there is snot coming out of her nose, and her spity froth glazing her face... and she looks down at you and she sees the pathetic "thing" you are...she can never see you as a man again.why would you let this "stranger" do these things to her?She feels, and you see it.... "National Geographic has a lot to answer for", I said. He laughed, "Yes they stereotype us." He asked if I knew much about Nepal. I said that I had seen the documetary a few years earlier about an Irish poet called Cathal O Searcaigh, who visited Nepal regularly. A documentary maker had gone with him to Nepal on one of his visits to make a film about him for Irish television. It was called "A Fairytale of Kathmandu". But what had been intended to be a film about a poet gaining inspiration in.