Give him your best. I'll tell you when to come. Lie down, Paul. Might as well be comfortable, right? Let Lilah do all the work." Paul, in some...hing of a daze now, swung his feet up onto the sofa. Lilah made way for him as he slid down until he was lying almost flat, his head resting against the sofa arm. Then she moved up and straddled his hips. Grasping his hard cock, she guided it between her legs and slowly sank down on him. Paul groaned. She started slowly, moving her hips. Time went on until the count finally reached 100.?Hit her!?The white one pulled her fingers out, made a fist and hit Helen hard squarely on her pussy lips. The colored one drove a fist into one of Helen’s breasts.?Hands behind your neck and stay in that position until Big Tom takes us to work. And keep quiet!?Helen bit her lips. She couldn’t understand how other women, who were fellow victims, could treat her like this. But she wisely kept silent and maintained the humiliating and revealing. I’ve decided I can’t be politically correct anymore. (I never was, actually)This one is compliments of John A.Heavens to Murgatroyd!Would you believe the email spell checker did not recognize the word murgatroyd? Lost Words from our childhood: Words gone as fast as the buggy whip! Sad really!The other day a not so elderly (65) (I say 75) lady said something to her son about driving a Jalopy and he looked at her quizzically and said “What the heck is a Jalopy?”OMG (new) phrase! He never heard of. He especially loved knee high socks. I craved a lot more from him that just friends. I knew the way to get it. My hands were shaking as I slid my baby blue pleated plaid skirt onto my hips. Trembling with each button of my white button down shirt. Thin navy blue socks hit just below my knee. White mary-janes buckled over my ankles. My dark hair hinted with red was in a full bun on top of my head, a white ribbon tied around, making a little bow at the base. Although nervous, I was smiling the.