If I do not return your call, you are one of the changes."I just took a leaflet out of my mailbox, informing me that I can have sex at 66.I'm so happy... because I live at number 72.So it's not too far to walk home afterwards.And it's the same side of the street.I don't even have to cross the road!Aspire to inspire before you expire.My wife and I had words, but I didn't get to use mine.Frustration is trying to find your glasses without your glasses.Blessed are those who can give without. ..I can see you in my mind, staring into my eyes, which are fiery green today. You can always tell my mood by the colour my eyes show. When I am sad, they are grey, and happy, they are blue. When I am relaxed, they are brown, and right now, they are fertile, fiery green. I envy the atoms of the hallway that are bouncing off you, clothed or not. I want you bouncing off my ass, hands grabbing my rounded hips, balls slapping hard and wet against me as you pound me deep... I know you will. Finally, I pinched the folds of flesh at the top of her pussy so they partially opened and wrapped them around the red tip of the vibrator. Once satisfied with the orientation, I used my final strip of tape to secure the torturous arrangement. “You want an orgasm,? That is what you have been begging for, correct?” “Oh my god!! Yes, sir!! I need to cum so bad! Please!” “You sound like a good little slut now…whoring your wet pussy to me. For that I will reward you.” I turned and picked up. More than once, the thought of being pulled over by a state trooperpetrified poor Percy. His little en femme ensemble constituted severalmoving violations all by itself. The idea of being taken off to thehoosegow in heels and hose by a burly storm trooper was just too muchfor the poor pouf to even consider - although the mere thought caused amost strange reaction to his little lollipop.Soon enough, the big twelve-cylinder Benz pulled up to the Society'selegant clubhouse next to a secluded lake..