So anyway, we were members of uk-exhibitionist.com and there we’d made friends with a couple over in Newport. We’d agreed that we’d meet up on ...eekday afternoon and they would fuck for us, in front of us, out at a Wentwood spot they knew about.So I pick up my girlfriend from work and asked her if she was still on for this. She was. I lifted up her skirt, she was so wet. As we drove along the M4 I slipped in a finger and played with her a while, asking her what she expected was going to. Well, I'll be buggered if I'm re-writing it and I'll bet a pound of sugar and a handful of rye he isn't giving her enough oral attention so it's not like the advice is going to go to waste. Fucking arsewipe saddos with their stupid 'I can't manage my own paltry life' questions in childlike crayon scrawl. What do they expect? And what is his problem with Bewitched? I hope he doesn't have a problem with Samantha because she's my all-time favourite TV witch. All that unassuming conservative. She’d taken a big bite out of the huge and forbidden Garden-of-Eden pleasure apple, and I didn’t think she would ever again be totally satisfied with the pleasure she could get from the bites out of my lawfully entitled and relatively plum-sized apple. Both the size of the apple and the illicit rebellion against society’s acceptable-behavior ethos had worked their way into my bride’s libido, and the connection with her honeymoon husband had enhanced their influence.I smiled at my ability to. ?Erm?? said Winona for which this was by no means the only reason she wanted to meet Chrysanthemum. In fact it was the least of her reasons. What she most wanted was to become more closely acquainted with her fellow pupil. She’d already fantasised about being able to visit Chrysanthemum at home and to meet her mother and father. Wouldn’t it be something to meet parents who didn’t regularly spank their daughter? And perhaps, if all went well, she and Chrysanthemum could study together and.