Trust me. We will have fun.Martin wondered what was going on, but decided to give it a shot. He did everything Chip had asked. The IIS program looked ...ike a simple IRC interface, but Martin guessed it was much more. He then checked ICQ and quickly found Chip, letting him know that everything was ready. Chip sent a return message: 8) Ready for a real trip? Martin: What is this thing? Chip: Relax and trust me. You won't regret it. Martin: Fine. But if your toy screws up my computer, you owe me. While working i asked her, “Ankita, whats going on with you? Why are you behaving like this?” she became scared and said “what have i done?” then i confronted her about touching and all the early morning peeping through window. Next thing she did was totally unexpected and i wasn’t prepared for this. She started crying. I suddenly became sympathetic and she opened her heart out that she is a sex freak anf horny anf her husband is a drunk jerk. She was ashamed of her actions. I said its ok dear. My pussy was swollen in desire as I waited, in anticipation, for him to enter me. He arched his body and removed the purple and white tee. His chest was totally covered with what seemed like a mat of straight auburn hair that flowed everywhere from the bottom of his neckline to the his hardened treasure hidden below. I wanted him so badly, I could feel a dull ache within myself. I stood up and pressed my lips onto his as he slid his arms around my waist, squeezing my body tightly while trying. I was wondering if you could take some time off." Matt, the last time you asked me if I was available we visited Hoover Dam at 9:30 on a Sunday morning. Steve is still chuckling about that. I don't know if I will ever hear the end of it. What do you have in mind this time? Liberace's Museum?" Touring Hoover Dam at that time of day, I admit, was a bit unusual but you did enjoy your visit to the dam and you had a good time. Maybe it could be called a dam good time. At any rate this time I was.