The conservative says, "Who stole half my water?"The fanatic thinks the glass is completely full, even though it isn't.The physicist says that the gla...s is not empty at all - it is half-filled with water and half-filled with air.The politician says that's not my glass, mine was bigger.The drinker says "Who's buying the next round?"The poor person says "I'd rather have a glass half-empty than no glass at all."The rich person says "You can have whatever water trickles over the edge"The drunk. Her palms made the smooth glide along her ribs and across her ripe breasts as she paused to cup and knead her pliable flesh. Then they made the return trip, traveling over her hips to the insides of her thighs, caressing the satin length of each side.She was breathing at an exaggerated volume. Whatever she was listening to through her earphones was all she could hear. All Parker could hear were the whimpering sighs pushing up from her throat as her breathing slowly grew deeper.Thighs jutting. Lanie’s shirt was perfect, as every once in a while I could see her whole tit, and it was sheer enough that you could see her erect nipples. It was about this time that I turned up the vibrator a bit. After a while, Lanie began to fidget in her seat, adjusting her legs, looking around and stuff. She starting fiddling with her waist band and the opening in her shirt, I didn’t want to stare, but she was like a bitch in heat. As we were joking around, I emphasized a point I was making by. ” He let go of her and moved around behind me.“What of you, Alicia? Would you like to be pregnant as well? Have my children until I decide I do not wish for you to do so anymore?” I bit my lip, not wanting to say anything to this man. Have his children? I didn’t even know the guy. I’m not a virgin, don’t get me wrong, but there no way I would want that. It seemed I took too long to answer him and felt a harsh slap on my backside. I hissed with the pain of it. “Answer me.” Came his voice, a lot.