Her name was “Information Please” and there was nothing she did not know. Information Please could supply anyone’s number and the correct time.M... personal experience with the genie-in-a-bottle came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbor. Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer, the pain was terrible, but there seemed no point in crying because there was no one home to give sympathy. I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger,. So tell me the truth; am I a monster?”The girls looked at each other, before replying in unison. “You lucky bitch!”“You guys are kidding me.”“Bitch, Please!” Laurie said. “I’ve been having the same thoughts about my dad, and I am definitely jealous that you got with your dad before I could get with mine.”“She’s right,” Stacey added. “I’ve been thinking about all the dads, especially mine. Every time he smiles at me now, I wonder, ‘Is he thinking what I’m thinking?’”“Mmm. Me, too,” Becky chimed. She was jealous at first but that soon passed when she realized that she had more freedom by herself. Besides, she often slept in another room.The household, as they were calling themselves, decided to grill outdoors in celebration of their new living arrangements. They ate their meal in happy moods knowing what was going to take place afterwards. They were just getting started when the doorbell sounded and Donna went to answer it."Hi!" she exclaimed as she saw Janet's parents standing on the. She had even spread her legs further apart than usual because of the heat. Even her lambie pie was open! There, at the very doorway to her vagina, a thin membrane covered the entrance to her secret place. With his imagination and some handiwork he dreamed of breaking the gate down to her secret place! A very useful handkerchief sopped up the ejaculate. He turned off the light and latched the little door, When he got up he zipped up and felt better until he realized how low he had gotten. He had.