This feeling is a feeling all people try to run from. We run through red lights, stop signs, we'd run through a brick wall if it didn't leave us throw... to the concrete on our ass. Concluding why we run is like success to some and failure to others, we are scared. This feeling cannot be matched, however, the high of this feeling comes with the same low when you scale both one-to-one. Is it better to have had this and lost it; a question asked far too many times.We talk and I cannot help but. Wanda knew that Betty would be receptive once she smelled the sensual scent of sex. With her orgasm over, she laid back in the swing, just allowing herself to enjoy the afterglow and drift into a lite nap. She awoke maybe fifteen, twenty minutes later, when she realized she still had the dildo in her. Wanda extracted the dong from her love box and proceeded to mount it to her harness. She slipped out of the swing. She knew she would be getting one for herself. She hiked up her skirt and wrapped. ...?" started Gina but Ryan was now on his knees having pulled down her skirt and he was fingering her wet cunt through her knickers."I think tea can wait, don't you? said Ryan who now stood and removed his trousers and underpants and Gina took his erection in her hand. Gina let go of his cock for a moment to take her knickers off and then she bent over the back of the settee."Still got the cane marks," pointed out Ryan as he put his penis at Gina's cunt entrance."Yeah, so has Sally," said Gina. Finally, she hangs him. But 5 minutes later they both go out together and enjoy a wonderful dinner together. How can this be?- / -3. What is black when you buy it, red when you use it, and gray when you throw it away?- / -4. Can you name three consecutive days without using the words Wednesday, Friday, or Sunday?- / -5. This is an unusual paragraph. I'm curious as to just how quickly you can find out what is so unusual about it. It looks so ordinary and plain that you would think nothing was.