Coincidence is neither good nor bad, in and of itself. The results can be either, of course, but you can't blame that on coincidence.Take, for example...the coincidence of a weak bolt being installed in the engine of an airplane, and the coincidence of my wife being on that airplane when that bolt broke. We'd been married for three months when that bolt snapped. It happened to be a very important bolt, and the engine lost power. It was coincidence that there was a storm going on around the plane. She giggled there under the table but held onto his cock. The waiter set their food on the table with a curious look on his face and asked Stefan if there was anything else. Stefan looked at the man and asked for a wet clothe that he could use. The waiter walked away to retrieve the clothe with no questions asked and Eve had returned Stefan’s cock to his boxers and zipped his dress pants. She returned to her seat just as the waiter came out of the kitchen and she began to laugh. Stefan gave. "We both laughed and laughed, but I still wouldn't go along with the gloryhole, or the Chiseled Chad. It was fun, though.We got home and Aunt Emma sat, with Butch, on the sofa as I modeled everypair of shoes we had bought. Just like I did, she talked to Butch like hecould understand her, telling him how cute I was and how much fun I wasand how lucky he was to have me for a friend. It felt so good. I feltmore alive than I ever had. Everything seemed enhanced for my senses, andI enjoyed. This may take some time and I don't wish to be interrupted." Ms. Boner's smile spoke of untold promises as I latched the door behind me. Suddenly self-conscious of myself, I leaned into the desk opposite of hers, waiting for her to begin. Walking around her heavy, black-wood desk, Ms. Boner carried a slim, leather whip. Seeing it brought confusion to my face, but I held my tongue, wanting to see what she would do. I mean, I didn't think I did anything to deserve that kind of punishment, but it.