However, I am firm in stating that my attraction was completely from a pussy-hunter’s point of view and I considered Rosalind’s pussy the goal of ...y attraction at all times.I saw the mean side of Rosalind the time that she convinced a pretty young thing from the library to help us carry a load of books home to her mother for her research on poisonous plants and dangerous concoctions of a mysterious nature.The girl was not one of the debutantes, probably coming from a deprived family and working. There were alot of Polish and eastern european guys in as the meat packing factory was taking on labour. A band was playing in a bar and Elaine loves to boogy on the dance floor. She is 32 and has a good body which she moves very well. I kept her glass topped up and soon she was really going for it. Elaine was sort of just doing her own thing but a guy was dancing close to her and watching her gyrate and shake.He came to the bar to get a drink and I struck up a conversation with him. He was. Besides, I was preoccupied with the events of the day and needed to keep my mind off Carl and his open robe - and the obvious weight he'd seen me wear. I finished an unsatisfying frozen meal I zapped in the micro and settled in to watch some tv. It wasn't long before I opened my robe and switched on some porn the big screen. I'm a rather shy guy and don't date often, so Sunday evenings usually end up with a masturbation session to sate my need to release for another week. It didn't matter what. She left the basement door wide open because she wasn't sure about the door. While she was in the far corner of the basement with her back turned, then her the door closed."Eric?"she calls, but he wasn't there. She ran up the basement stairs and tries to open the door, but it was locked. "Shit." She went over to the shelf to get a srewdriver to unlock the doornob. Then someone called her name " Carrie". She turned around her and it was Mr. McLane. "Mr. McLane what are you doing here?" Hey,.