The ribbons about 2 feet long, that allows anybody at the party to pull them out if they slip back into his pants. Boy’s balls has always been a fa...cination with young people, girls and boys. Boys like to rap other boys and girls seem to favor squeezing and pulling them. My 3rd ribbon party was more in line with the way the girls at “Baker House” liked to play. It started out pretty much the way they all do. Lot of drinking and some joints passing around. Some of the jocks were slapping each. What are you thinking about doing or having me do?”“I think she wants to find out exactly what you did to me the first time. She knows how much I enjoyed it. Can we do that?”“Ok. If you really want to do this, I will go home and you call me when you have her fastened in the position you were in when I found you. When I get here I expect to find her lying back on the table with her legs and arms spread wide at the edge of the table. I expect you to meet me in front of the garage with the door. Without warning, a .44 Colt seemed to jump magically from Jim's left hand holster into his hand and in the same instant he swiveled to point it directly at Joe. The lead rope had slackened ever so slightly and had warned Jim the mule was moving up. After four days of leading that same damned stubborn mule, Jim had known the slack in the rope wasn't much likely to be voluntary on the animal's part and he'd become instantly alert."Don't even think about it, Joe. If my reckonin's right, today. The first is that I'm too jealous to be fair to my wife. If I married Jenny, I'd refuse to share her, even though I'd step out on her all the way. I know that's unfair, so it's best for me to only treat my wife that way. She at least has done a few rotten things along the way to earn it somewhat. Besides, I'm a Roman Catholic. I don't believe in divorce. You'd make a nicer hubby for Jenny, anyway. You're closer to her own age. I'd be the May-December husband, a real cliché, the middle-aged man.