She opened the door and took the pendrive.I rang her doorbell after 30 minutes. When she opened the door she was sweating like a pig. I could smell th... fragrance and wanted to treat her clothes and fuck her then and there.I asked, “Aunty what is the problem? Why are you sweating like this?”Pinky – Nothing beta, it is very hot.Me – Come on aunty how are you sweating when it is 13 degrees outside?Pinky – I don’t know.Me – Is it because of the pendrive?She got shocked and was about to shout. But I. "I see we have the same favourite part."She started to speak, hesitated and then said in a rush, "I fantasise about your reading that to me aloud." Her hand flew to her mouth, her embarrassment obviously acute."I'm flattered, I'd love to read it to you," he said. He realised too late he'd spoken rather in haste.He sat and signed the occasional book while she browsed the shelves through the store. He realised that he had a date of sorts at eleven o'clock. The hands crept round towards closing. Even so, Big Sue has insisted that the second story be friendlier to lesbians -- or else. Here is found Sherry's second tale, which may remind some -- if they twist their mind into the correct Yogic position -- of the story of Rapunzel, the teenaged girl whose hair could leap tall buildings in a single bound. ---Mary Jane, the Little Turnip By: SherryThere was a time in a peaceable kingdom far, far from Texas but closer than New Guinea, when a married couple long in vain wished for a. Friend one: How about going there and getting that special massage? My body needs to get loose after all those back-to-back rough sex sessions with my husband I had recently.Friend three: Me too, sweety! I had a demanding tag team yesterday on the office desk with my boss and one of his clients. Both my holes have gone sore…Me (To friend three): So, you’re finally getting that job position?Friend three: Thanks to this cutie pie here! (Talking to friend two). She introduced the client to my.