At least in my experience. That’s why we try to get men to apologize, even when we’re wrong. The more we get our way, the harder it is on us when ...t doesn’t work. Don’t ask me why we women don’t want to admit being wrong. We just don’t. I can’t explain it, either,” Abigail found herself obviously flirting with me, though I wasn’t really in a mood to flirt with a woman who had just judged me that way.It tended to hurt her bedside manner now, didn’t it? Anyway, seeing that I was in a rather. My butt still had the right shape and was firm - no fat there. My tummy was flat, thanks to sit-ups everyday. Tomorrow I was going to shave my pussy. I liked it smooth; it had been furry too long. I reached down and spread the lips. I realized that I was getting worked up, I was starting to get wet and my clit popped out of its hood nice and long and big. Hmm, should I consider getting it pierced as well? I pulled on a long tee-shirt - good for a night shirt - and no panties and climbed into. ”“If they didn’t notice the noise of the explosion at the gate, they aren’t going to hear us on the radio.”“That’s true. Still...”“I’ll call them.”President DePaula of Itan took the news that the forward base had been taken by the Jade Empire without any display of emotion. He just sat there staring off into the distance with a thoughtful expression on his face. Those who knew him knew better than to disturb him. President DePaula was a rationalist in the truest sense of the word. He was. I wasn’t too gentle, but I wasn’t ruthless with her as I would surely be with Nancy or Pamela, among others. Chelsea clearly enjoyed things a bit rougher, which she made plain with every plea for deeper and harder penetration of her amazing bum.“Mark your territory, please ... Cum up my arse and then piss in it!” Chelsea asked me to my shock, at least with the second part ... she wanted me to pee in her bunghole?I completely lost it, of course, spilling a load more than worthy of the name up.