I watched her eyes widen a bit as I sipped my tea and fingered her. She smiled and wiggled as I opened her lips and sought her tiny prick in its deep ...olds."Perhaps we could get to know each other better," I suggested, prodding her persistently with a knuckle at about her midline. Feeling her surge toward my prying fingers, spreading her legs a bit, I got a bolder. She nodded and squirmed, taking a sharp breath when I found an especially sensitive place that made her sit up very straight."What. .Nope I can't pick her up, Yes before you ask I did just try and it is quite obvious the result, Wait what's that noise.*Alex why did you have to die* She asked my gravestone, Her voice doesn't sound right though, It sound's as if she is stuttering the words out, Let's see why..Yep she's crying that aint good, I can't handle it when she cry's it just makes me want to do the same*Don't cry Alice* Yes I did just tell her not to cry, I know it's pointless but I seriously don't like it when she. I stormed across the street, not nearly ready to give up the argument, not nearly ready to take the blame for something that was clearly her fault. Well, maybe her fault, but I sure didn't have any intention of saying otherwise, especially after she'd cost me a bike. I meant to giver her a look that would kill, but as my eyes met hers, something happened, something unexpected, sparks, the kind of sparks that happen when you find the one. I'd never looked at other women, at least not that way, I. ”“I’m worried about being with all of your wives.”“Our wives,” he reminded.“Okay, our wives...”“They have all been where you are right now,” he said. “Well, most of them have. Actually, some of them had a much harder time of it than you did. Ann had an ironclad hymen that presented an almost impenetrable barrier, and Arlene panicked on our wedding night, which caused the muscles of her vagina to lock up. That scared the crap out of me. When we married, Diana was newly pregnant and having a hard.