“No you haven’t, I’ve talked with him. They tolerate our relationship Emma. Sarah only wants me and Ricky you. What we have is an addiction to e...ch other; to sex. We could break it if we chose to.” “That’ll be the day!” Emma laughed knowingly. “Buddy Holly” “What?” “He sang ‘That’ll be the Day'.” “There you go getting all tan… genital on me.” Emma was becoming frustrated at this interruption to their coitus maximus. “Tangential is the word I think you’re looking for but trust you to come. Doreen watched her fucking away, grinding her hips and rocking back and forth, and then offered another suggestion.The woman pointed out that she would experience a completely different range of sensations if she were to sit upright on his prick; the altered posture would make the big rod angle into her flesh differently and bring it into close contact with new parts of her cuntwalls. Eileen awkwardly lifted herself--he had never sat upright on a man before--and discovered at once that her. I had to sign the bill, but nowhere was it specified whether I did it with a pen or pencil or even a goose feather quill. For almost a century and a half, Presidents were content to simply sign the bill and be done with it. FDR decided to spice things up, by using more than one pen and giving them to supporters. The worst was LBJ, who when signing the Civil Rights Act used 75 different pens to sign the bill. It is beyond me how he managed a stunt like that, since even at a pen per letter he was. I don't know how many men she showed her charms to but every time I touched her cunt it was soooo wet!When we returned to the hotel, she went to the information rack and picked up several pamphlets. She said she would sight see while I worked and she wanted to see what was available. In our room, she pulled the wastebasket beside her chair and sorted the pamphlets. The ones she wasn't interested in went into the round file. When she was done, she had 4 pamphlets left. She said she would do one.