I am angry. Bastard. Anytime, anywhere, it doesn’t matter, does it? What the hell am I, a blowup doll, for chrissakes? A toy — a plaything. I know...what I’m good for. ‘James! No! Not here!’ My voice is a hiss, venomous with my thoughts. Ineffectively I try batting your hands away, and you growl at me. Animal. I know that tone, and still, I fight, knowing I am making you angry. Good. I have my own mind, my own wants, and my own needs. I tear away from you, and turning to you I see the surprise in. I started to feel sorry for him the way she had been teasing him through the glass. So I pressed electric window button and the window slowly came down, when the cold night air hit her exposed body she froze. He reached in and put a hand on each of her arse cheeks and spread her wide, he was now getting to see her on his terms.Her back suddenly arched and her mouth opened wide, what’s the matter Louise? What’s he doing? The dirty old sod has stuck his tongue right up my arse! She said angrily.. I picked up the phone and dialed Tracey’s house. She was home and came to the phone when her dad called her.“Hey, Steve! Can we get together?”“Sure. Lunch any day this week except Thursday and Friday. Will that work?”“Yes! How about Monday? I’ll let Marty know.”“I assume it’s OK to bring Kara?”“Duh! I expected you to bring her! Got another minute?”“Sure, what’s up?”“Would you be interested in getting together with Jessica?”“What happened to Marty?”“He would have if it’d been the three of us,. That gets the blood flowing a bit. I quickly undo the fly of my ski pants and slide them down. Underneath I’m wearing a pair of old fleece plants over my long underwear bottoms. I slid them down and quickly walk back over to wear Kristen is sitting and sit down next to her. She grins at me and says, “Wow that is some hot long underwear.” I laugh and say, “Why thank you very much.” I’m nervous as I ask my next question, “I suppose the question now is, does your bra match your panties?” She.