Nice to meet you, said Megan. Likewise, Megan. I look forward to working with you. replied Julia. Your accent&hellip,Your not from around her are you,...Megan questioned. No, Im not. Youre a smart girl. I was born in London, England, and I lived there for the majority of my life, replied Julia. Thats pretty neat, exclaimed Megan. Megan was already feeling comfortable with her new job and she hadnt even started doing anything yet. She was fascinated by Julias accent and her beautiful looks. So. The word's big. She'll read it very slowly ... com-for-da-bull."The next two are Compliments of mousepotatoesThree little old ladies are sitting on the nursing home porch talking about this and that.One holds her hands about a foot apart and says "I remember going to the store and buying cucumbers this long."Another one says, "Yeah and you could get oranges this bit around," giving a good dimension with her hands.The last little lady says, "I can't hear a word you're saying, but I know who. .. that would get in the way of all the fun.' Another of the guys chimed up, 'What kind of fun were you thinking about, Janette?' (from her name tag) She replied, 'The same kind you are Paul." The third guy said, 'Which one of us?' To which Janette replied, 'How would you all like to come to my room?' She told about how she had entertained all three of them, all that night and half the next day.Then Carol interrupted the stories to instruct the boys to strip out of their clothes, and then sit. He keeps twitching inside of me, his thrusts coming in time with the waves of ejaculate. Then, finally, his last drop of his seed is squeezed out of him into me, and he collapses on top of me.I look at his closed eyes and listen to his quick breathing, feeling my heart rate slowly begin to decelerate. Slowly, his eyes crack open and he looks into mine, but I don’t see passion or love in his eyes.He slowly leans back, and I feel his long shaft slip out of me. As soon as that cork is gone, I get.