I'm pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.8. Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.9. I can't...remember the last time I wasn't at least kind-of tired.10. Bad decisions make good stories.11. You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you know that you just aren't going to do anything productive for the rest of the day.12. Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after Blue Ray? I don't want to have to. We were arguing over the least little thing and our relationship was getting a bit frosty and I knew it was all due to her sexual frustration. By the end of that week my dick had recovered somewhat and we were back to having sex three and sometimes four time a week, but that wasn't near enough for Mary Ellen. I love her dearly and I did not want to lose her, but our marriage was not going to survive if the fighting continued. So one night I told her that she was going to have to find herself a. ” He smiled up at her, winking cheekily as he replied, “Just imagine what the sex is going to be like!” They spent the next hour lying dozing on bed, listening to the silence. James’ rock-hard erection had finally subsided as they dozed. While he slept, Amy woke and gently moving down to his groin she started softly rubbing his crotch through his shorts. He stirred at her touch but did not wake. She started rubbing firmer, as she felt him start to harden. Carefully she undid the button at the. She was naked from the waist down, apart from a pair of lacy-topped, self-supporting stockings. Her naked pubes were glistening with his cum, which oozed slowly from between her puffy nether lips. ‘That was the best sex I’ve had for ages!’ she lied, her big, blue eyes fluttering open, as she turned to gaze at him, adoringly. He stared back at her, with a smug grin on his ugly, Neanderthal mush. ‘Well, ah, I am a bit of a tiger, when I really get going!’ he replied, immodestly. She rolled over.