‘Ok…I got to make this a good one…’ Miranda wanted to ask something interesting, so that they could talk about whatever for a while. She had o...e in mind… but dare she ask it? ‘Do you ever masturbate? Like, finger yourself?’ She watched Lizzie’s face closely for a reaction. Lizzie stammered. ‘N-n-no! I- I mean, I’ve felt really… um, horny sometimes, but- I never really… did…’ Lizzie answered. It was the truth. Although, she didn’t want to tell Miranda exactly what made her horny. Like watching. " he replied."Angry much?" I asked, nonchalantly. I tried to walk around, but he pushed me back."The FUCK did you just say?!" Did I stutter?" Do you know who I am?" He asked."Let me answer your question with another question: Do I give a crap?" I said.He reached back to punch me, but I saw this coming. I quickly ducked, and his fist soared over me. I returned with an uppercut, and then hammered my knee into his balls. If he had any.He slapped me with his palm, and clawed at my face. I. As he walked up she put outthe image of the prefect librarian. Her hair was pulled into a tight bunand she stared through her cat's eye glasses at a file while chewingabsentmindedly on a pen. She waved and introduced herself as Carol whenthey walked up and let loose a dazzling smile. They made small talk fora minute, then Jack got right to work. He was a good accountant anddidn't mind the work, but that and the occasional chat with Carol wasall that was keeping him going. The day was pretty. I forgot to say my tool is 5 and a half inches. Morning, as usual, I was busy with my works and evening time I went to the terrace and to my surprise she was already there. She said hi and we started our chit-chat. She asked me my mobile number which I gave without any hesitation and we started texting in WhatsApp.She used to tell me her daily chores and all the other stuff. Once I have asked her when she got divorced with her husband. She said come tomorrow morning at 11 then we will.