Of course, if the truth were known I don’t have the time to think about and write alternative stories to the ones that I have only barely managed to...push out, yet I persist in stretching my limited time resource to accommodate what could well become a passion. So, I ask myself, why do I do this? Why do I add this stress to my already crippling schedule? Why do I subject myself to the terror and potential embarrassment of rejection by the readers? Quite simply, I think I do it for four reasons:. Like the previous time, I couldn’t see my slit but I was sure that anyone passing outside would be able to.I got my phone out and started downloading and setting up a few apps that I knew that I would need in England that were useless in Ibiza, totally oblivious to anyone outside who may, or may not, have been looking up my legs.I think that I saw in my peripheral vision, 1 young man looking but I didn’t properly look up. I was too busy on my phone. I looked at the WhatsApp group and saw that. Dawkins had died 5 yearssgo and he hadn't known his first name. Furthermore he had called him'Joanne'. In a way that was a relief that be hadn't been exposed as somecross dressing wierdo but what on earth was goin on?After a few steps down the drive, John turned to look back at the houseand noticed that the windows and front door were no longer double glazedwhich they. had been for John's entire life. The garage door was ajar butno light was on. He paused in his mission to check the street and. When you’re out and about for work though, it’s a real problem seeing lovely girls showing, or maybe a new dirty bookshop you’ve not seen before, and not being able to resist abandoning work and getting your sex pleasure. So parking up where you can watch the girls showing, hoping you can see long enough for them to make you cum in your pants. Then you can get back to work, it’s true, but probably by that time you’re late, specially if you have to let your trousers and pants dry first. If I see.