I'd like to begin by saying that, while I haven't been a good girl ALL year long, my husband assures me that Santa likes naughty girls too. In fact, s...veral times during the year, he has specifically mentioned that you would be very pleased with just how naughty I've gotten. He's grown quite fond of such phrases as "hump it like a reindeer" and "bounce up and down on Santa's candy cane, little girl". I worry that you would consider this taking your name in vain.The first thing I'd like to ask. Karen talked in a low voice, “Brad, we might consider a pool at our house. We have plenty of land.”“Yes, we could. The question is more likely, should we? We should make some long-term decisions on where we will live and what we will do once we’re finished with school. For resale purposes, we haven’t been thoughtful on our house already. I want us to think it over and even talk to Marcie before we decide.”We sat back and I snoozed a bit. I slowly woke to a noise. Karen was holding my hand. ” But I don’t say that, I say “Yes, of course, let me move my bag.”“Thanks ever so,” she says. She sits, she’s pretty, actually rather more than pretty, and exotic, Middle Eastern perhaps, tall, and oh so elegant, even just sitting the way she sits. “Do you live around here?” She asks.“Not far, and I work just around the corner,” I say willing her to be quiet, please just shut up.“Only I’ve just moved here………..I suddenly realised the time, made my excuses, and headed for the office, having. That was when Jez learned the power her sex held. One by one and sometimes two at a time Jez screwed all of the frat members. Needless to say her ex did not become a brother. She helped celebrate by letting the entire frat gang bang her. The next morning Jez had a sore throat and puss soaked in cum. It was that morning that she discovered that not only did she like the soreness and used feeling but craved it. And so she stayed the rest of week between classes and overnight. At times being used.