“We’d scare the horses.” She laughed and returned the underwear to the drawer.He rose to take her robe. She had on only glasses when they kissed... Sometime he’d point out that she put on her wristwatch as soon as she got out of the shower when she didn’t plan to return to bed. Maybe he wouldn’t; they were running out of ‘sometime.’But worrying about other times in this situation was absurd. He was hopelessly an academic, but even academics need to live in the present sometimes. This was. Hey, it may have been an anti-drug song, but it was still best when listened to high. Wonder how the Moodies felt about that?It's still one of my favorite albums, over thirty years later.Story #2: I have a thrilling experience with the local constableWe were living out in the middle of nowhere in a neat hundred year-old house. Actually, the middle of nowhere was the big city of about 8,000 people about ten miles away from us. We lived in a suburb of the middle of nowhere.My drunken slut wife. They moved together first gently and then vigorously until both reached their peak.She was lying on his chest when Will came through the door. “I see the inspector has made his first round. I think that another in-depth analysis is in order.” Sarah rolled off onto her back and the inspector watched closely as she was probed every bit as vigorously as he had just done. Her responses were excellent and the joining was soon declared successful.Panting softly, Sarah turned her head and seeing a. "It looks like the wake for a scrofulous wetnurse," said I. "Is that the best dancing to be had on this island?"He gave me a look of amusement. "I suppose you pretty ladies think you could do better?"I rolled my eyes to indicate that the question was beneath my answering. "What's to be had when we do?" I asked, as the harridan on stage stopped her rickety maneuverings, and glared at us hatefully."Girls, it is your lucky night," said the barman. "We're having a dancing contest, and the one who.