She led him into the kitchen wiggling her arse as she walked. Bending over the machine she asked “can you do something about this or not?” fluster...d, Paul said” yeah, ah yeah I’m sure it can be fixed, let me make a start” with that he started to examine the washer. Not what she wanted Karen was not giving up. “Before you get all dirty let me help you” she sank to her knees and started to unzip him. “No love, please, I’m ok, you don’t have to do that!” she wasn’t going to stop now. Getting his. I had only stopped because of a girl in a convenience store outside of Mobile, where I had stopped for coffee, told me she was from Mossberg. She further explained that it had about a half deserted downtown, but they seemed to have a plan to restore it. According to her I was seventy miles from Mobile to the center of Mossberg, give or take five miles. It took me four hours to ride it.I had visited the town and found nothing for me. It was my plan to ride to the next town on the gulf coast that. She tried intentionally to forget about her silent audience in her effort to avoid the personal embarrassment of being caught in self pleasure. But when the one known as Black Diamond posted she gave full attention and could swear her heart fluttered. “You’re such a horny exhibitionistic slut!” She should have been appalled. No one had ever been as rude to her as what she was reading now. But it came with shocking realization that on some level, she was getting totally turned on. And all the. Theycan be moments that alter your life completely, butmore usually they are otherwise unremarkable momentswhen it dawns on you how blessed you are. It was aSaturday early in September, Cambridge wasexperiencing an Indian summer, and for Paul Curtis,watching the bright sunlight streaming in through thewindow and illuminating his wife Liz as she dressed,this was one of those moments. Her short, spiky brownhair still wet from the shower, she was debatingwhether the red T-shirt or the blue went.