You're a lovely woman, but most men don't want to marry the good-time girl. If not for him, you'd still be the easy-slut, end-of-the-night pickup in t...e pub, and standing at the market counter 8 hours a day for minimum wage." I can't believe you'd say that to me! I'm hardly a good-time girl." No, you're not anymore, thank God. We can all thank Tom for that. Now if we could only find someone to bang the tramp out of your sister," Mom teased.It was Jan's turn to whine. "I'm young, Mom. I'm. But I came right out and told Mary that I wanted make love to her. I wanted to be her secret lover. She told me to leave. I was heart broken. We did not talk for two weeks. I did not even see her. Her husband acted normal around me but I never saw Mary. Then her husband went out of town again. He wanted to cut the grass. The first day he was gone I went to cut the grass. The house looked empty. I thought maybe Mary had gone with him. Then as I finished she appeared. Acting like nothing had. I found her cunthole and pushed my thumb in. She clamped her legs shut, effectively trapping me in her. My forefinger was right at the other side so I tickled her stiff clit with it. She sighed softly into the phone and her legs parted slowly. I replaced my thumb with a finger and when she was slippery enough, added another. She rocked back and forth, getting wetter and wetter. I was surprised at how calm her voice was as she came, her juices running down my fingers. I knelt behind her and. S. I wrapped up the left over pizza and stuck it in the fridge.’ If only I could I get invited to my own party, thought Rick as he bit into a slice of mushroom pizza. It was still moist and delicious. His party ninjas might be rude, but they knew pizza. Mustering some courage, Rick decided to stay up late and wait for them to return. Only ninjas could slip into his house and party with such stealth. When the late night talk shows were replaced by infomercials, Rick decided they weren’t going.