"It's not my birthday until next month," Laura replied while meandering over to the funny looking contraption. "And what in the world is this?" Bobbi ...indlessly fingered her dark haired snatch and replied, "And just what does it look like!?!" Laura let her hand run over the dark leather object while answering softly, "It looks rather like some medieval torture device, where on earth did you get it?" "I ordered it out of a catalogue," Bobbi said with a sigh. "Like it?!?" With her breathing. I mention the horny young divorcee, Lainie, because in our three months plus together, she sucked me at least twice a day and sometimes 3 or 4. It was every morning and every night and any time we were in the car more than an hour, or if she got bored watching TV, anytime. She loved my cock and could not get enough. She was a tiny nymphet who found my cock a bit big for her pussy to have frequent intercourse, but loved to finger her box while she filled her mouth. Our relationship wasn't love,. Is there anything else that could go wrong? How about a mugger or false accusations of criminal charges?Or how about - Yes, that's exactly what I needed: Some lunatic standing behind the rail of the bridge, preparing to jump down into the chasm, only taking one last look behind him spotting me, coming along. Did he just say something? "Oh, perfect! Some asshole, who didn't make it in life decides to jump to his death and I happen to come by. Why now? I just wanna get home order a pizza and. "I can almost feel sorry for you."Zelda looked over at Jack and told him, "There are no labels in her suit or blouse. The one in her panties is written in some Arabic style language. What gives, Jack?"Gordon cut in. "Yeah, that's what I'd like to know. You privy to some information we aren't?" I can't believe it took me so long to catch on. "Our little Miss Miffed here speaks English as a second language. She was taught well. She has about as much of an accent as a California disk jockey..