But then as she rode me again she said, “I caught him… the bastard!” I said, “Caught… caught who?” She slammed down on me hard and said,...“Your brother… Graham.” “What do you mean?” I thought I followed her but I needed her to clarify. She rose and fell so nicely, she really had a fantastically firm grip with her pussy on my cock. She said, “I caught him with a sales rep, he fucked her on this here table.” So that was the real reason, I asked “So why did you not confront him?” She blew me. Women are making a statement when they make their grand entrance with permed, colored, layered hair displaying elegantly manicured and painted nails, and exquisitely applied make-up. Shape up, boys!Having made the decision to get my chest waxed, the first obstacle to overcome was: where the heck do you go to get your chest waxed?I asked my hair stylist. He thought about it for a couple of seconds, and, being yet another ignorant man, he called his wife over (she works in the same shop) to plumb. On the weekends my friends and myself would load up and go to a club or we would all meet up at someones house and throw a party. This particular night I was late getting to the party because of work and a beer run. I finally showed up around 8 or 9. We always kicked off around sunset. I was in faded blue jeans, a maroon heavy long sleeve pull over shirt with my ball cap. When I walked through the door she was sitting in the chair directly across from the door. Long curly brown hair, brown. There were no whistling sounds, puffs of smoke, or bursts of light in the sky. The only sounds were those of the gentle wind. I was surrounded by a world of peace and calm. "Freedom" was the word that came to my mind.I continued on my way. It was not too long before I had reached the other side. On this portion of my walk I would need to break a new trail. For a moment, I regretted not bringing my snow shoes. The shoes would have helped to compress the cattails and snow as I walked. I pressed.