. What's left to rant about?I just popped off a note to the admin people to de-volunteer myself as a reviewer. I just don't have a lot of time for ext...a-curricular activities and I wasn't really good at it anyway. I kind of approached the subject as an exercise in creative writing more than a practical, factual commentary on a particular story. My opinions were my own and I stand by them, but so far as what would serve the authors and the site best ... It probably isn't me, at least not in that. Her dress shirt hugged her beautifully with seams to help keep the material tight around her waist yet leave enough room for her bust. She unbuttoned it even faster than she had the jacket, jerked it from her skirt, threw it to the floor, and stepped closer. She kicked off her shoes, reached behind her, and loosened her skirt. She wiggled her hips as she tugged the skirt down her legs, and stepped closer to me wearing only her bra and panties.I wanted her to move faster, to remove those last. . um ... energetic, if you know what I mean! :) LOL I'll just have to take her out and shop for some right slut-wear for her! But by the time we were done, we were a couple of proper sexy English birds, eh?We took the train into town, and went clubbing. Of course, MY definition of CLUBBING is a little different than most, as you know - I go looking for the biggest CLUBS I can find. Quite often, as you know, I find them on black fellows down around the warehouse lots along the docks.It was quite. "C...Coming! Christ, I'm gonna...!" Come on Ellen! Come on, Lover!"Ellen came; exploding in a series of grunts and found to her amazement she couldn't stop coming. Clinging tightly to his frame, she bucked, shook and snorted as she gulped for the oxygen necessary to maintain her fucking activity. Ever so slowly, the orgasm subsided. Still, Paul's mouth was agape as he watched her, frozen in position on her back, trembling in the midst of the aftershock, her rumpled bra up over her breasts, her.