In spite of being bored in class, I had paid attention andknew most of the subject matter. However I had no idea where toactually start with the thes...s paper. I wasn't even sure what topic Iwanted to write it on."Damn," I muttered in frustration, especially when I remembered the waymom had suggested I ask Shelly for help.Whatever I thought about Shelly, she was definitely smart and knew hermaterial. And since she'd aced this class last year, there was nodoubt that she'd be able to help me. . Vicky walked over to her husband and leaned down and kissed him passionately.When they parted, both were breathless.“Did you have a good time?” James asked.“It was wonderful. But my feet are positively killing me. I must have danced a hundred times. Jamal was right, I was the center of attention.”“I bet you were.”“I’m going to slip into something more comfortable.” As she headed to her closet she paused and turned around. “Are you still okay with this?” she asked. She had no idea what she would. I was her servant man and followed closely behind her acting the part and always looking down. We went to the puppet show and stood in back overlooking the crowd. opposite us along the far wall was a young man who appeared to be 18-ish and he was staring at my wife's tits. He was rubbing his crotch and trying to place it in a comfortable position. It looked to be quite a crowd pleaser. We walked to the next show and stood again and I noticed lover boy was along th far wall. His tent was very. I was wrong. she says"i mean sex is such a misogynistic institution! you just get to shove your dick in my pussy over and over until you blow and i have to practically force you to wear a condom so that im not stuck with your k** for the next 18 years! (these are the kinds of things im talking about with feminists. just take birth control woman! and you didnt seem so feministic a few minutes ago when you were convulsing from the orgasm i just gave you!! but i digress)so i see this as a.