He stammered, "But whuh-why do they call you a hungwoman if you h-haven't hung yourself yet?" And shouldn't that be 'hanged woman'?" asked the Scarecr...w, scratchinghis head.Big Joan sighed and lifted the front of her skirt for them."ARF!" said Toto.OR SO GOES ONE VERSION OF THAT FIRST MEETING WITH THE HUNG WOMAN OF OZ.ACCOUNTS VARY WIDELY BETWEEN THE VARIOUS MEMOIRS WRITTEN BY DOROTHY ANDTHE OTHERS, AS WELL AS THE FOURTEEN BOOKS PENNED BY THE "OFFICIALHISTORIAN OF OZ" MR. L FRANK BAUM, NOT TO. "Well the whole sex thing I guess. I mean we both have been dating a little but it seems like the boy's expect us to know certain things, some we are okay with, you know like how to kiss and so forth but there are some things that we don't understand." Yea Mrs. Alder, my boyfriend wanted to touch me, you know my breasts and well, down there. He even asked me how sensitive my nipples were and if I got real wet when someone played with my nipples and... well there were other things too and I. “Get it together Tess,” she thought and shook it off. He had been doing repairs since the storm had come through a week ago and he was almost done. She would hate to see him go. She had enjoyed the daily displays of his sweaty, tanned self and, of course, the nights masturbating to those imagines burned into her mind. It was a beautiful summer’s day and she had planned a picnic lunch out under the trees by the pond. Tess shimmied up the ladder, to let him know, and came face to ass. He was. I could feel my pussy pulsating, wanting his dick inside me, needing his cock so deep inside, needing him to hurt me, hurt me so good. He smelled my panties and hung them around his neck (yeah weird I know) but he did… He took out a condom and placed it on his throbbing manhood. “Oh shit sorry” was all I heard, I pulled my head up and saw a guy standing by the door. “Te molesta si nos mira?” (Do you mind if he watches?) He asked me… “No, fuck it let him watch, do you want to watch him.