” I was intrigued by all this. How many partners have you had?” “Probably about 600.” That answer surprised me. A con artist would lie about t...at because it’s not exactly respectable. “Now you have to tell me yours.” “Fair enough,” I said. “I estimate about 2,000.” She didn’t even blink. Instead, she commiserated with me. “I can imagine that it gets lonely sometimes.” “Well, the band keeps us all together, so I’m not suffering with loneliness, but it’s a little hard to break away from the. Slow the bullet down to 55 miles an hour, put some headlights and a little horn on it -- the deer will actually jump in front of the bullet.There was a farmer who grew watermelons. He was doing pretty well, but he was disturbed by some local kids who would sneak into his watermelon patch at night and eat his watermelons. After some careful thought, he came up with a clever idea that he thought would scare the kids away for sure.He made up a sign and posted it in the field. The next night, the. The two combining forces had my head swim. All the men I had fucked were well experienced. My first being a ther****t I was sent to and who fucked me on the little sofa in his office. I was younger than Jake when this happened and already knew that I was different from the rest of the boys. Jake's face relaxed. I kissed his cheek. I began thrusting into him with a steady rhythm by this time. I stopped periodically when I realized I was on the brink of an orgasm. I wanted to prolong the. She told me to wait while she went to the kitchen to bring a cup of water for me. My eyes were on the target. I could not control seeing what was on the floor. It was an ornament for me, not something which was spun by a weaver in a garment unit. To me it was even precious than a platinum or petrol, god knows which one is expensive these days, damn it. She came back with a glass of water and noticed I was focused on seeing her bra, without even taking my eyes away. She called me once, but I.