”“Yeah, glad I landed on your leg and not your dick.”“Oh, you think you’re glad!”“Look, if we keep stopping to laugh, he’s going to co...e back.”“I know. Tell you what, why don’t you rub your clit on my cock until you come? I want to be sure I’m not the only one getting an orgasm from this.”“Oh, I’m pretty sure I’ll come from fucking. Sometimes I can; sometimes I can’t. This feels like an ‘I can’ moment.”“You sure?”“Pretty sure, yeah. And if I don’t, well, you can make it up to me when after we. So i went to my granny's house and i saw my granny talking to her neighbhour. he was a good man and i have also spoken to him many times. so i just greeted both of them and went in to watch tv. i heard my granny ask him if he wanted some tea and he said yes. i said i also want some. so she went into the kitchen and started preparing some tea. my neighbhour (his name was ganesh) sat in the verandah and was waiting for his tea. all was normal untill i saw what happened next. my granny gave me. Shula was a small, close cropped curly blonde. She checked Barbara’s experience and gave her a short typing test. She didn’t do very well, she thought. She wasn’t used to these electric typewriters, sensitive to the touch. ‘That’s no problem,’ Shula told her. ‘You’ll get used to them. It’s spelling and punctuation that’s the main thing here. Most of the men are technical, so their grammar and spelling isn’t always a strong point. Jonathan’s OK though. He’s into drama and English, and stuff like. I said that I loved Ice Wine and knew he wouldn’t have it. My husband, being drunk and naughty, said, "The last time I bought Jen Ice Wine she gave me head in return." That was true and, as it turned out, the salesman had a bottle in his fridge. Oh boy, so now the salesman is laughing and asking, "Wow, do I get the same?" I looked to Erick to defend me but he just said, "Well, how bad do you want it honey?“ Ha-ha! Well I was pretty drunk and he was looking kinda cute, much older and not really.