When the box was finished, she had a sip of Harry's coke and turned to him."You're serious about this, yeah?" she asked. "Yeah. Are you mad?" "I'm not...sure what I am yet. Tell me everything."After dropping Harry home, Claire's brain was buzzing with the story Harry had just shared. Her simple, predictable, borderline boring boyfriend had just provided her with one of the strangest dates of her life. More than a few things struck her as strange about the scenario, but none as much as the fact. Melissa Curtis had a wicked thought. If Mrs Simons was aroused then maybe she won’t mind her gently tapping the cane upwards? So she ever so lightly tapped Mrs Simons on her vagina and was shocked by the gasp the older woman gave. It was full of emotion. Sexual emotion. Mrs Simons couldn’t stop the orgasm as the cane licked her vagina but covered up her emotion with a cough. She hoped Melissa Curtis hadn’t noticed the erotic gasp she gave. Melissa Curtis smiled at the realisation that Mrs. Desert Eagle a gun like that could leave a hole in somebody! Then She asked me "who the fuck are you?" and my response was "I should be asking you the same question bitch! what the fuck you doin in my apartment?" and then she said back to me "fuck you, now get your ass back against the wall." and so I got up against the wall and then she went in my bedroom and so I slowly peaked around the corner this bitch was about to take my rent money and said to myself "fuck this, I ain't fixing to get put. You are unable to see wrinkles in your clothes. Everything on your face stays its original color. The same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe decades. You only have to shave your face and neck.You can play with toys all your life. One wallet and one pair of shoes - one color for all seasons. You can wear shorts no matter how your legs look. You can ‘do’ your nails with a pocket knife. You have freedom of choice concerning growing a mustache. You can do Christmas shopping for 25 relatives on.