Sure enough, I had stumbled on the new profile of Shoshana (not her real name), a woman who blazed through my life this past fall with a promise of ho...e and happiness. I looked hard at the profile photos, since I had no pictures of Shoshana. She chose photos of startling contrast. One of them featured an obviously careful application of lipstick, eyeliner and other cosmetics, to fine effect. Another, looked, well . . . more casual, to be charitable. The funny thing is, neither showed Shoshana. I moved my face towards her so that we could kiss again and her arms snaked around my neck hugging me close as our tongues slowly mingled and brushed in time to the languid movements of our hips, my prick moving in tiny slow thrusts up and down no more than a single inch but enough to create a whole world of pleasurable sensation. Then suddenly I felt my rigid erection harden even more and that familiar feeling, a tingling in my balls that heralded ejaculation. ‘I’m going to cum, Gwen …. I. One afternoon, while everyone was out, he found in the garage a hand drill in his Father's toolbox. He entered the bathroom and found a spot on the wall where he was fairly confident it wouldn't be spotted and would allow him to see most of the bathroom. After about twenty minutes he had managed to drill a hole through to his bedroom and after a quick clear up ran next door to see how it looked. Tom was so happy to see that his plan had worked perfectly, the hole allowed him unobstructed access. ." I'm telling you I never once said my name to him other than 'mama.'" Well, you've had visitors. Perhaps he's heard them call your name enough to..." We both know that you and Allen and Donna are my only frequent visitors. He couldn't have heard my name said more than a few times at most." Marge started to say something but Jessica continued. "Besides, he said Jessie, not Jessica. No one but Kenny ever called me Jessie." Maybe that's just his baby way of pronouncing it." Come on Marge. You've.