”“It will give me the opportunity and privacy to fuck you anywhere I want to in the house.”“You have a filthy mind,” Dawn told him as she wa...med to the idea.“Does he have a favourite armchair?”“Yes. Why?” Dawn asked.“Has he ever fucked you it?”“Not that I can recall,” she answered. “We’ve fucked on the settee a lot of times though.”“Hmmmm,” Bradley murmured. “We can do that too. But I’m imagining you right now naked in his chair. Your legs spread over the arms and me fucking the hell out of. I knew her husband hated me because I smoked reefer. He thought somehow it was evil and thus, so was I. If he ever found out that I blew a load on his passed out mother's face, hours after Shelley's birthday party had concluded several years ago, he might have gotten a little bit upset.DanyAnne, for her part, simply rolled her eyes. Duh, like she didn't have a thousand things that she kept from the both of them. I realized, the cheap vodka was my first clue but it added up after the bong hit,. " Later that morning I contacted the restaurant and explained what I wanted to do. They were very helpful, even offering some suggestions based on their previous experience. We worked everything out, right down to the dessert. This was going to be a night to remember. That afternoon Sasha and went downtown for a light lunch. Before we did, we walked around, window shopping. We went by some jewelry stores and I was watching to see if she lingered to look at anything. Sure enough, she stood there. ‘Okay, but which one was that? The Downy or the Hairy?’ I lifted my arms, ‘Okay, you got me,’ palms up. ‘The Hairy is the larger bird.’ School-marm. ‘And we saw,’ I had to get this just right, ‘a Rose Breasted Grosbeak, a really cool bird. Huge beak on it. Really cool.’ ‘Very good, so are you making a list?’ ‘I guess.’ She stopped and pulled out of her satchel a well worn copy the Peterson Guide book. It kind of just opened to page 18-19 and she handed me her book. Systematic Checklist, it was.