The teacher can’t really think of a bad word that starts with that letter. So she calls on him.“U-R-I-N-A-T-E, urinate.”The teacher rolls her ey...s and says, “OK, now use it in a sentence.”Little Johnny responds, “Urinate, but if you had bigger tits you would be a ten.”Can’t sleep < SlappyYou >Don’t you hate it when you can’t sleep because you are reminded of a mistake you made 2 years ago?I hate it when my kid cries in the middle of the night!Limerick An accident really uncanny Befell a. Of course, those silly games I used to play were a lot of fun when I was young. My friends and I would put on those pretend magic glasses around my sister or one of her friends. It would cause them to instantly start covering themselves as if those magic glasses could see them naked. I still cannot forget how much fun that was. Well, I am a lot older nowadays. Any of those pretend games like that are long past. None of that silly stuff could happen in the real world.My story started this. We both lowered ourselves to the ground as I kissed down her body, passed her toned belly to her secret place. Another moan escaped her lips as I began to lap at her sex.She reached down as grabbed my head as I began to probe her moist slit with my tongue. I introduced one, two, three fingers into her wet hole as she writhed above me.“That’s it! Eat my pussy!” she encouraged me as I thrust my tongue like a little cock in and out of her open sex sheath. As her moans became louder, I drank in her. She was five years older than me and was now nearly 19. I was intrigued by her request and promised at once to be as quiet as a tombstone.“I don’t want you to tell stuff to my mother”, she continued, her shiny wavy black hair moving over her shoulders as she spoke. Amy was tall and slender and quite attractive although she had a rather bony face. Some of the girls I had seen in the rooming house wore trousers and looked quite masculine. Although she could have a hoarse voice sometimes, Amy was.