Com/user/MrsAnaC/posts/499792.html The hours that followed on that Friday night went by quick: music in the background, some replying to e-mails, othe... messages and then proceeded to handle some tidying up including laundry and cleaning for my special guest the following day. I tried to distract myself with these tasks in order to not get in my head with other curiosities about this mysteriously captivating neighbor. That worked for a while, but then as I was preparing to shower I was wondering. He was so intrigued and kept telling me to slap it, until I couldn't anymore. He asked me to show me what else I do, because I'm so naughty for a virgin. I answered his question by taking a finger and teasing my asshole...then sticking two in at the same time. While that was going on, I stuck the glass back in and massaged the g-spot with my fingers inside. I could feel the contours of the glass rubbing against my fingers in my ass. Then comes the big finale...Taking my purple 8-inch vibrator,. Simpson! I have had it! I have had it with your constant disobedience, I have had it with your selfish behaviour!" Even Homer looked up as Marge's powerful shouting shook the kitchen. "Don't you remember the last time you turned the laundry pink that your father got sent to a mental institution?!" Mare dropped the basket as she yelled."Wait a minute, I remember that." Homer said, finally putting down the paper. "I had to spend three days with some big white dude who thought he was Randy. She had the most serious look on her face I had ever seen. Instantly she stopped crying, and it looked as though with my last inquiry, she too had snapped inside. She then mumbled something unintelligibly under her breath. “What did you say?” I asked. “You were mumbling.” “Being grounded again isn’t the only thing I’m scared of!” she barked back. “Why? Does your dad beat you or something when you get in trouble?” “No, it’s not.” “Then what is it!” I said abruptly. I began to feel uncomfortable.