Jeremy, have I thrown my cat at you?”“Cat?” he said with a confused look.“Think of another word for cat...”“ ... um, ‘kitty’?”“Try...again...”“Um, puss ... OH! No, Emily, you haven’t thrown your ‘cat’ at me.”“There, you see, Valerie, your accusation is false on its face.”“I’m gonna kick your fuckin’ ass, bitch,” Valerie screamed.“No you are not, Valerie,” Emily said with confidence.Valerie rushed at Emily with her fists doubled, but Emily took a half-step to the right, raised her left arm. We just cuddled for a while, naked and intertwined. He rolled off me,and we snuggled under his sheets, basking in the afterglow. It was justa perfect moment.I don't know how much later it was when he started to stroke my side.That warm post orgasmic place I had been in was just so nice it was hardto leave. His hand felt so right, and I whimpered when it strayed overthe side of my breast, but he went no further. I appreciated hisrestraint, but I wasn't sure that was what I wanted."The night is. With his hand upon her breast, Cindy encouraged him to do his best, And Santa, responding to her prompting, Found himself not lacking in wanting, Encouraged by lust and desire, His blood pressure rose alarmingly higher! Giggling girlishly, she squeezed his testicles, And caused Old Santa to drop his spectacles, But, continuing unflustered, The Yuletide old gent was as keen as mustard, To turn back the years and do his stuff, Hoping that his heart would be strong enough. With puffs and moans,. She was riding the Fifth Avenue bus to work this morning because she was going in to get her final check and was sad at it being her last day at work. She enjoyed the friendship of the people around her and she knew they were puzzled by her quitting the job after several years of happy socializing with both genders and achieving happiness at doing a good job when the day was ended and she could return to the privacy of her closed in world at home.The bus was crowded this morning and she was.