Well, one thing this lady can do is ride a bull! I’m riding him hard, chest on chest grinding hard, trying to rub the black off the snake. Then I le...n all the way back with my hands on his shins for support while still grinding. I’m just loving being his girl, I stop for a while as I want him to last, as he can. After a break I lift by bottom high while still supported myself on his shins and in dropping down hard I get the most delightful sharp pain as the tip of his cock penetrates my cervix!. We rarely used it, but when we did, the low thrum was unmistakable. I was half lying on the sofa, stroking a hand over my swollen tummy and listening to--currently--Green Day, ‘21 Guns.’ The baby was listening too. We’d found an earphone splitter and plugged in two pairs of headphones. It was a cheesy idea, I guess, but I’d always been curious. The baby had reacted the most to when I’d been listening to The Police, though. It had been hard to tell if the movement inside me indicated happy. " and headed off to Paul's old office. A while later Rita reappeared out of the office. She grabbed her coat and said she was heading out for a while. "What's up?" I asked her. "You never mind that. I'll be back later." she replied cryptically and walked out the door. I sat there on the couch for a few minutes trying to figure out what she might be up to. No answers came to me. I got up and wondered around the house for a bit. I was going stir crazy, so I decided to give Pat a shout and see. Technically, the competition was a reading, so you didn't have to memorize the poetry, but these pieces just called out for expression that I couldn't give if I didn't memorize it. For all I knew, I couldn't do justice to them anyway. It was a lot harder than I thought."Wait, wait, wait. You can't just depend on teenaged angst to get the message across. You have to think about what message the poet is getting across and match the emotions to it. What's the message here?" Ms. Streeter asked. I.