“Just WHAT are you doing?” he asks. “Hanging myself,” the blonde replies. “The rope should be around your neck” says the guard. “I tried...that,” he replies, “but then I couldn’t breathe.”An Italian tourist asks a blonde man: “Why do scuba divers always fall backwards off their boats?” To which the blonde man replies: “If they fell forward, they’d still be in the boat.”A friend told the blonde man: “Christmas is on a Friday this year.” The blonde man then said, “Let’s hope it’s not the 13th.”Two. ” We could hear Cathy continuing to suck him, and swallowing down his cum.I was sure I was about to cum even harder than Carl had, when suddenly, with a boom that shook the room, two bolts of lightning came down a moment or two apart, lighting up the room for a couple of seconds as if a dozen lights had been suddenly turned on, illuminating my naked wife, who was straddling my cock, about to thrust herself down onto it again.She froze, then screamed – not out of sexual pleasure, but. Or at least I had a large mattress on the floor. I led her in and started undressing her.“I want to see more of this beautiful body than just your pussy,” I said. “I want all of you.”“God! You are just like a lesbian,” she said. We kept kissing and undressed each other. I’d always thought Mary was the cutest of the girls for all that she was at least ten years older than me. I knew she had two kids at home, too, but she’d taken extraordinary care of that body. We got onto the bed and kept. As far as I know she’s still shy of her first period, and while I can imagine tonguing her, fingering her, forcing her to lick me, her lack of development limits the scope of the shame I can make her feel compared with a girl coming into her sexuality, one I can force to orgasm against her will, one who knows and understands just what I’m forcing her to do.I move on, running down my mental list, imagining each in turn, shackling them, paddling them, fingering them, licking them. Four young.