I became enraged now, angry he would believe that by reappearing on my doorstep and ordering me to my knees I would willingly cheat on my boyfriend."G...t out of my house," I yelled. "Who do you think you are? Do you imagine that because you happen to come by and tell me to do something I am going to listen to you? I've moved on you cocky mother fucking bitch, who do you think you are? Just get out, get out of here!" He listened to my ranting. He made no move to leave at all. His face was calm. A. "Go ahead Josh, you heard Molly."Josh goes to Molly, who is ogling the bulge in his tighty whiteys. As he unbuttons the remaining buttons, Molly teases his nipples with her fingers. He slowly slips the shirt from her shoulders, down her arms. Josh removes the shirt and tosses it to the side.Mack deals, we see in the reflection of her glasses the cards in her hand. We all fold except for Tim. He barely beats Molly."Remove your skirt, Molly."Molly stands up and goes over to Tim. She turns, facing. I think she figured out, not a soul could hear us way out here.After 15 minutes of solid fucking, she said let's switch and got on her back. I got between her legs, placed them over my shoulders, and slammed into her.“Fuck Yeahhhhhhhhhhh. Fuck me like you mean it.Fuck Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee”, she yelled out.You could hear the small waves slapping against the boat, and our bodies slapping together with every thrust. It didn’t take either of us long before we started to build to our orgasms.“Oh God. 3. The sport of choice for front-line workers is FOOTBALL. 4. The sport of choice for supervisors is BASEBALL. 5. The sport of choice for middle management is TENNIS. And... 6. The sport of choice for corporate executives and officers is GOLF. THE amazing fact is, the higher you go in the corporate structure, the smaller your balls become. There must be a boat load of people in Washington playing marbles.This one is compliments of J & B:An elderly Italian man who lived on the outskirts of.