None of this makes any difference to the idiot, which is why I spend the wee hours of every weekday morning trying to come up with nice things to say ...bout this schedule.I've been on this shift for two years last Wednesday, and in all that time I'd come up with exactly one nice thing: The subway isn't very crowded.That means a guaranteed seat for everyone, which is quite a luxury, at least in the tourist season. D.C. has subway stations that could hide the Goodyear blimp, but there are never. He could feel the piercing above her clit pressing into this pelvis. He never would have thought she was pierced. He had seen the tribal-style, flower tramp stamp hundreds of times, but he never would have guessed she was pierced. Carrie felt electric. She felt full. Her pussy kept getting wetter and wetter, which made the sex louder and louder. Each thrust caused a slick, sucking sound. she was dripping down his balls and on to the sheets. Three, two, one...she came. Her whole body. Not to mention the bowls everywhere full of jellybeans. But only three colours the boys thought as odd, red, white and blue. Mrs Higgins led them into the living room and had them sit on the couch. She handed them the remote and told them to relax a bit and watch anything they wanted on tv. They had cable tv with hundreds of channels and they could watch anything, she was just going to make them a sandwich each and some lemonade. The boys sat in the living room staring around, they had never. I came out of the shower and got dressed, my buttons on my blouse were open to half way down my bra, showing off the upper curve of my breasts, my skirt seemed shorter than ever, I put on my lace topped stockings and stood ready for inspection, he walked around me as I stood rooted to the spot, ”undo another button” he instructed, I obeyed, the whole of my bra was now exposed with my tits oozing out of it, partly because my tits were swelling with anticipation of what he had in store for me,.