"Under the watch pot law of perversity, I checked the bicycle message board just before bedtime.So what seems to be your problem. I have a trike as we...l maybe I can help. The message was sign WET BUT NOT COLD.I guess I need someone who knows how to trace a problem. I expect I will call in a day or two. I also included the coded number for the burner cell phoneIt was the middle of the night when my burner phone rang. "What do you want now?" the voice said from the bottom of a barrel. "When do. "There is no bed", he said as he undid his trousers. "Drop your panties and bend over. It will be 'doggie' style; I gather you are familiar with that position"."My bum or my cunt", she said as both those articles of his interest became level with his cock. "I like women with a hairy cunt and yours is hairy so it is your cunt", with that he thrust and immediately she began to rock to accommodate his ravishing and only slight grunts came from her as his cock slid in and out of that accommodating. -Peering at his backyard, visoring his eyes with the hand that wasn'tholding the door, Phil didn't know what shocked him more- what wasfrolicking in his back yard, or how unsurprised Brian and Ted were atit. In fact, they were laughing.Circling Phil's back yard, apparently done throwing dirt at the houseto get their attention, was Evita, a freshman when he'd left theschool. She'd always been one of the fashionistas. Now she was buttnaked and covered in dirt with a stupid smile and sheet of. He was not a prancing pony. He was a stud… a stud galloping across an open, fertile range. Carie’s jaw dropped as she slowly shook her head in disbelief. “No… way,” she droned. Vasily tilted his chin towards Johnny, catching the M.C.’s eye. He touched the lid of his cap. Johnny winked and got on the mic, “Oh! What do we hear? ‘Take it off’? Take Boris off the stage? Is that what you want?” There was a chorus of boos. “I’m sorry,” Johnny teased, “we can’t hear from all the ‘rain’ in the room!”.