“Tell me, sweetheart,” I said as I nibbled at her neck, smelling her essence. “You must be a horny little bitch, aren’t you? Divorced and all....When was the last time you got laid?” I waited for an answer as our bodies moved together in a horizontal love dance, but Sandra remained silent beneath me as she moved her hips in rhythm against mine. “I mean it, baby. Tell me when the last time was you had a fucking cock!?”.“Fuck you,” she murmured. Her voice reeked of weary defeat.I lifted my torso. Listening to the foreman shout, George became aware of jeering and laughter from his workmates, the more the foreman yelled, the louder was the laughter and jeering. George tried to explain but that only made things worse, the foreman was turning redder with each moment, in the end he ordered Lisa out and told her not to come back. At home George had tried to talk to Lisa, tried to explain why the foreman had acted the way he did. It didn’t do any good she didn’t understand, Lisa didn’t see. What time of the month is it?6- You’re sure you don’t want to consult the great Oprah on this one?5- Sorry, I was just picturing you nekked.4- Whoa, time out. Football is on.3- Looks like someone had an extra bowl of bitch flakes this morning!2- Is there any way we can do this via e-mail?1- Who are you kidding? We both know that thing ain’t loaded.Food For Thought“Behind every successful man is a surprised woman.”This one is compliments of UgeeayIf you are from the deep south (USA) you can. The third scene did however contain a real stunner, and she noticed that i was looking at the girl rather than talking about what was happening on the tv. I didn’t even notice that she let her small hand sneak into my bathrobe, not until she had a good grip around my once again stiff shaft. She started to stroke it, all the while asking me about what i liked and didn’t like about the girl and what the two men with her was doing to her. I tried to answer all of her questions and managed to ask.