It’s my tolerance of idiots that needs working on.If God wanted me to touch my toes, he would’ve put them on my knees.The kids text me “plz” w...ich is shorter than please. I text back “no” which is shorter than “yes.”I’m going to retire and live off of my savings. Not sure what I’ll do the second week.Even duct tape can’t fix stupid ... but it can muffle the sound!Why do I have to press one for English when you’re just gonna transfer me to someone I can’t understand anyway?Of course I talk to. I didn’t even know back then that it was a riding crop. Like I said, I’m not really much of a dominatrix. I couldn’t really see myself with a whip or cracking a flogger across my husband’s back. There’s just this fine line between pleasure and pain that shouldn’t be crossed by novices, even I know that. So while this thing didn’t look like a medieval torture device, it would certainly get your attention, or more importantly, Sean’s attention. His reaction was priceless, a sweet mixture of fear. “Your boobs pressing against my back seems naughty enough to me” I laughed trying to hide my embarrassment. “You love it though don’t you” she whispered seductively in my ear. “Turn round so I can see you” she whined. I turned around in her arms so we were face to face. I could feel her hardening nipples pressing against my chest as the cold water took hold. Without thinking I wrapped my arms around her pulling her close to my chest. “Naughty enough yet?” Nikki said nothing, and simply. On finding them he started to kiss them. I could feel his lips on my nipples and then he started sucking on them. He continued for a few while then reached for my pajama. Shane-I always wanted to feel your pussy whenever I saw you wearing a pajama He then pulled it down and started licking my pussy. He then kissed it for a while and came up. Shane-Now you go So I went inside the blanket. I pulled down his boxers and freed his penis. I took it in my hands and kissed its tip. Then I started.