“Have you ever kissed a girl before?” I asked as I pulled away, a small string of spit still hanging between out lips.Bryan shook his head, which ...aused the spit-string to break.“Not bad for a first time,” I encouraged. I leaned in to kiss him again and started feeling around his crotch. “Can I tell you a secret?”Bryan nodded eagerly.“When I saw you masturbating this morning, with my panties over your face… after you came into my shoe and brought it back… want to know what I did?”Bryan nodded. Wish me luck.By the way, did I mention my favorite dessert is chocolate cream pie?Love you, kind of mean it,StumpyWonder what she would say to that?Thanks to my friends Gwen and Marcie I had plenty of material.Stumpy, my cute little pervertSorry I didn't get back to you sooner, but it was a busy weekend.First, the entertainment program was pretty well received. I'm pretty sure the guys will remember it for a long time.Hold on, I need to get another pillow for my chair. I told that dumb son of a. When the last stroke came, Ms Davenport was past screaming, as her tears and mascara were running down her face."Sister Little, please unstrap Ms Davenport," said Lucy."Ms Davenport," said Lucy, "please go and get changed now."."Sister," said Ms Davenport, "you said that you would provide evidence that I had been here, that I could give to my Matron?" You have that evidence," said Lucy, "it is the seven stripes across your bottom. They will still be there for a while." Karen," said Lucy. "Phone. But one thing I will bet my life on. Every man (and woman... I won't keep repeating that) in this world has his own unique vault... his mind... that only he has the combination to. Our thoughts are molded throughout our lifetime by our genes, our DNA, our childhood, our life' s experiences. If crime stoppers could someday record the thought processes of each person, like fingerprints, they would always catch their man! But that would be Big Brotherism.But think of it, there are great musicians,.