I sat down next to her on the couch, took my wallet from my pocket, and extracted my STI card.“Not to be gauche, but I do need to see the test resul...s,” I said. “I have a card because it’s easier to carry in my wallet.”“‘Gauche’?” she repeated. “You have a fairly broad vocabulary. I take it you read a lot?”She opened her bag and extracted an envelope which she handed to me.“I do,” I replied as I extracted the test results from the envelope. “And it’s eclectic - everything from Asian philosophy. One was that he should always call her Miss JoJo when she was in the dominant mode. Another was that, when he was being submissive to her, he should be polite but not grovel unnecessarily. She was going to beat his behind with her hairbrush and probably a leather strap or paddle. Livia had said, “If I could take it as well as I did, I think you will too.”He knew that his safe word, or phrase, was “chicken salad.” That was the one Livia herself had made up during her own fantasy after her. I pointed the camera downwards and took a series of quick pictures, while he did not realize it. Even though his face was buried deep in my triangle, one could recognize him. I was sure that no one would recognize me as the women with the spread legs. I felt an awesome surge of triumph in me. ‘Gotcha, bro’! His tongue, his lips, his fingers, and the feeling of victory sent me over the edge. With a big explosion I came. Even while I jerked and spasmed, he did not stop licking me. “Stop, stop,. I said, "Good legs."The girl giggled and said, "Do you really think so."I said, "Definitely! Most tables would have collapsed by now."When you are over sixty-seven who gives a crapThis group is compliments of a friend of RabbiRabbit. got invited to a party and was told to dress to kill. Apparently a turban, beard and a backpack wasn't what they had in mind.After a night of drink, drugs and wild sex, Jim woke up to find himself next to a really ugly woman. That's when he realized he had made it.