I've always been fairly accurate in my estimation of a woman's shoe size having done it for so long now. But it was a hard and fast rule that we alway... ... always ... measure the woman's foot anyway for a number of reasons. First, not every shoe will fit a woman's feet perfectly, even if it is supposed to be her size. Secondly, it's a waste of time to drag out several pairs of shoes in differing sizes, a luxury we can't afford especially when it gets particularly busy. But thirdly, for myself. As she got out of the car she said, "Are you sure you won't come up?" If I come up I'm liable to miss work tomorrow."She laughed, "Yeah, you probably would." I get off work at five." I'm sorry baby, but I'm busy tomorrow night. How about Tuesday?"I told her that I would see her then and I headed on home.For the next three months Fiona and I saw each other every night but Monday and Thursday. When I asked why I couldn't see her on those days she told me that those were the two nights when people. Mike chose to sleep naked, which was perfectly fine by me. I climbed into my queen size bed and under the covers (it was winter time) along with Mike. I laid facing him, hoping he would give me a good night kiss or something, but still nothing. He said goodnight and turned away from me, sleeping on his side. I turned away from him as I normally sleep facing that way anyways. We both fell asleep and I awoke about 6 am to feel Mikes arm wrapped around my waist and much to my delight, his cock. Anal intercourse or, for that matter,Fellatio makes a woman sympatheticTo a man, especially one like me,Whose breasts are counterbalancedBy the weight of cock and ballsAnd millions of wriggling spermOf her very own to burst in bouquetsAnd detonations, infernos and frowns,And missiles that never miss their mark,No matter what stands between themAnd the thing they're targeting.OBSCENITY DEFINEDHeterosexuality is not a problem,For women are made for degradation;Bisexuality is only half a.