"You didn't buy it. I did. Now, get dressed, we have 8:00 dinner reservations, and have to make sure the shirt and tie I bought fit me." Ed, I can't t...ke this. I just can't." Jen, let's say I threw the receipt away and it's not returnable." But I can't — I can't take this home. What am I supposed to tell Mike, that I bought an evening gown at the Grand Canyon?" Hmm. Good point. So you leave it at my place, and then bring it home sometime, tell him you found it on sale. The bikini too. Or better. She always leaves my pussy tingling. I love her.MickI’ve really enjoyed trying to make a baby with Diana. When I walked in the door, she was waiting for me, naked and with her vibrator warming her up. I think I surprised her when I began to strip on my way upstairs to our bedroom.Diana was bent over the love seat with her pussy pointed at me when I came in the door. If this was a normal day, I would have stripped and walked my hard cock right into her. But I really wanted our bed to be the. Most specifically, I had Meredith to worry about, who had passed me in the hall between first and second period, given me that beautiful, heart-warming smile, murmured, "Ooh, somebody's strutting his stuff," trailed her fingers (and fingernails) gently across my chest, and bestowed upon me a raging, teeming hard-on... All without breaking her stride.And now I needed relief."Is anyone going to volunteer," Mr. Cavanaugh asked, as I slogged up to the front of the room, more or less determined to. "Youcould do a lot worse. Gunther Hahn has three acres of prime radishgrowing land and you know what he's using it for? Hay! For his goatsno less! You'd be getting half of that land for a wedding present ifyou married his only daughter, at least half!"Henry's father leaned back and stared off wistfully."What I could do with that much land...," he said.Henry stared down at his bowl, his appetite gone."Maybe I don't want to be a radish farmer," he said quietly.His mother gasped and whirled.