.. I am NOT 'athletic'!... I'm certain that they've been mislabelled to deceive! Play upon the consumer's fallactious egos with the goal of increasing...sales! As with all things, packaging and pretense over-ride common sense, logic, and the evidence of our senses!"... "It is a fantasy that you are told to buy! A completely ficticious dream-world... of houses, cars, clothes, foods,... and, oh yes, 'needed conveniences' and 'necessary entertainment' that is paraded, tantalizingly, before your. Do I dare do this? Is this even to low for me?As the weeks go on Rebecca and I talk more and more. From casually talking to daily, to every few hours. Rebecca is actually a pretty cool woman with similar interests. Rebecca seems to hate Tim more than me, I love hearing the stories of his little dick and how she never fucks him.Knowing how miserable Tim is at home brings me joy. It’s late one evening when I finally message Rebecca. My Facebook profile is a generic beach photo and my location is. I would guess her to be in her fifties. She flirted me up and I did the same back to her. I wanted to fuck this woman, there was something about her. But even I wanted to fuck I never thought that I would, I had assumed that she would become material for my next solo session. The painting I was quizzing her about, she said she had a few more paintings in the basement if I wanted to go look. I told her yes. She went to lock the door, so no one would steal anything while we were alone downstairs.. He had always liked Lori's parents, and they liked him in return. That would explain their not asking why he was there and not Tommy, Lori's current boyfriend. Or why he came to their door in his baseball uniform; and their daughter came down the stairs in her cheerleader outfit.Lori surprised him by settling into the seat next to him on the bench seat of his old pickup. He couldn't help but admire the long legs that stretched out from under her short cheerleading skirt."That's not a regulation.