For the women, the day was filled with one wonder after another. It started with a visit to the furniture store. The women walked right past the bedro...m sets and the living room sets. They did stop to admire some of the coffee tables. They all seemed to like the larger square tables that could be the centerpiece of a room. They spent the most time looking at the kitchen tables.From there, they went to another store with appliances. For the most part, they ignored the stoves, although a few of. " It was a story, though? I mean, not a case study?" We'll see. I have some time tonight while I'm not getting laid, so I'll go see what I can find. I've read some good erotic stories and some plain dull trash, but maybe I'll find something good." Ain't the Internet grand? It would take forever to find all that information in bookstores or libraries. Hell, most libraries wouldn't even carry it. I've been to some sex shops, but the reading material they have is written about the fifth grade. Angella laid in bed, stunned, bewildered and pissed off, her blood running hot as the last few minutes raced through her mind again and again. She began to thrash on the bed once more, hoping to somehow get free, but it was no use. However, during her struggles the paper James had laid next to her had moved. With nothing else to do, she sat up and twisted as much as she could in hopes of making out what other evidence he'd left behind to incriminate himself. Once she was able to get a good. Even an entertainment room and wine cellar. It was ridiculous. Coming in we were greeted a the door by the maid. A truly stunning latina Beauty who went by the name of Consuela. That lovely dusky skin, haughty and naughty feature and a healthy bustline too. She was in her late 40s and had the sexiest accent around. Apparently she had been with the family since Chets mother died when he was 6. She showed me to my room and made me blush telling me how beautiful I was. How Chet was such a lucky.