"What the heck is that?" Becky asked."Well, one of these goes into your ass, and the other goes into your pussy. Then when I push this..." he said and...pushed a button on the little controller and the two eggs started to vibrate."Oh my God," Becky gasped. "You want me to have those in me while we are out at dinner and a movie?" Yep." That will drive me crazy."John laughed loudly. "That's the point." With that John dropped to his knees. "Pull your skirt up." John, I don't know about this. What if. She: na system sariga panicheyyatledu, chusthava?Me: its very simple to me,anna.She: anduke neku cheppedi.Me: mari naakenti?She: em kavali?Me: nuvvu emistav?She: neeku em kavalante adi.Me: ok ithe work chusina taruvatha adugutha.She: kNenu velli valla system chusthunna, adi oka pattana set avvatle.She: emaindi.Me: teliyatledu, repu vachi chustha.She: ok, tea taagi vellu.Nenu ok ani cheppa, tanu tea tevadaniki vellindi, nenu atu itu tiruguthu unte, window lonchi rope mida aaresina thana bra. So I decided I would make my own mattress. I had slept in a lot worse things than anything I could build. I had slept on small pads on the ground and narrow bunks in the government housing units in the military. It made me sleep in one spot without a lot of twist and turns.I knew there had to be a place that would cut me a piece of foam, so I went to a small fabric shop first. They had two foot wide pieces of foam in rolls. Getting a 4" thick piece cut 6ft long was no problem. I could even get. ”“That’s right, and you come to the right place,” he agreed.“But Dr Richardson,” she protested, “You just keep undermining me.”“I’m helping you bitch,” he replied, “How often you get laid?”“Dr Richardson, that’s none of your business!” she snapped.“What, every night, nearly every night, when he can’t find anyone else to fuck or afford a whore, when?” Dr Richardson asked.“Er, Dr Richardson, I don’t know, when he feels like it I guess?” she stuttered.“So you don’t come on to him?” he asked,.