1. First of all, pick the number of times a week that you would like to have chocolate (more than once but less than 10) 2. Multiply this number by 2 ...just to be bold)3. Add 54. Multiply it by 50 -- I'll wait while you get the calculator*5. If you have already had your birthday this year add 1765...If you haven't, add 1764. *6 ... Now subtract the four digit year that you were born.You should have a three digit numberThe first digit of this was your original number(i.e., how many times you want. It has always been one of your biggest turn-ons, is to listen to me moan. It used to make me blush fiercely, almost embarrassed about it, but now I love doing it for you. “Now before your orgasm is even completely over, I’m going to climb up onto you, throw your legs over my shoulders and lean down with all the force I can. I’m going to pin you between myself and the bed, before thrusting my cock into that tight little pussy of yours. I’m going to push so deeply into you, it’ll hurt, but hurt. She sat at the edge of her bed, I could see her panties and legs in the light, everything else was dark. She asked me if it was ok if she got into the sl**ping bag with me, I said ‘sure’. She jumped right in when I opened the bag, her legs quickly entangled with mine we kinda played footsie and started talking and giggling but we had to be quiet so we whispered. She began asking me questions like ‘have you ever kissed a boy?’ ‘Do you have a boyfriend?’, I said ‘Yes’ to the first and ‘No’ to the. ” Darlene said around her spoon. “Two hundred bucks isn’t nothing. It’s not like you’re hurting for cash right now.”“That’s not the--”“Don’t give me the sentimental value pitch. You dropped one to Elizabeth to say thank you for walking twenty feet with a hot plate.” Darlene belched and tossed her bowl into the dishwasher. “Eat, give yourself a minute to breathe.”“OK, thanks, that’s wrong but thank you.” Owen sat down on the stool Darlene had used and dug into the second bowl of cereal.“What.