It was from sheer loneliness, lack of friends, and sometimes Blake wondered why she had loosened her reserve enough to open up to him. Perhaps it was ...ecause he was bent, and her public charms were a dull instrument to defend herself from opening up; he didn't present a threat.If he'd ever thought for a minute that making love with her would have helped her misery, he'd have been willing to give it his best shot. But, he knew it wouldn't help, for Blake had only slowly become aware of the. I flagged down the approaching cab, and instructed the driver to step on it. In less than 15 minutes I'm home. Your shoes are not yet here, glad to know I arrived first. Took off my shoes, and placed them in the rack. I swiftly move from the foyer towards the kitchen. I'll be preparing lasagna tonight, I hope you're hungry...for food and...me. I began to imagine you taking me on the dining table. Pinning me down, and fucking me hard. These naughty thoughts made me smile and horny. I shoved off. I broke our kiss, but Betty lost none of her spirit, for my lips immediately found her nipple. Her milk flowed effortlessly, dangerously delicious and quenching my thirst after all the work I had put in. Betty moaned, not just from my mouth on her breast, but my fingers inside her. I decided to tease her, further assert my dominance. I pulled my hand from her pussy and used it to grab her other breast and push it towards her face. She knew what I wanted her to do, and though she hesitated for a. ‘Someone look up the Klingon phrase, ‘die you poopy headed douche-bag,” ordered Capt. Don ‘We seem to be fairly matched with the Klingon ship,’ stated Lt. Solok. Lt. Pam looked up the phrase Capt. Don requested and sent it to the display on the Captain’s chair. ‘Teñir tu caca encabezaba DOUCHE-BAG,’ barked Capt. Don at the Klingon commander on the screen. ‘What, what did you just say,’ laughed the Klingon Commander, ‘you just told by to ‘dye my poop headed douche-bag,’ what is that supposed to.