“How do you feel about sex?” he asked, rather trustingly.“Well,” she said, responding very carefully, “I’d have to say that I would like i... infrequently.”The old gentleman sat quietly for a moment. Then looking over his glasses, he casually asked, “Was that one word, or two?”The Office PartyJohn, woke up after the annual office Christmas party with a pounding headache, cotton-mouthed and utterly unable to recall the events of the preceding evening.After a trip to the bathroom, he made his way. Stephanie had just finished getting ready for her date when her dad called up to her and told her that they were leaving for dinner. She said goodbye to them from the bathroom, and then proceeded to put a little lipstick on. She was looking extremely sexy, and Lolita-ish as always with her plaid, schoolgirl skirt, and a blouse that showed her firm, smooth waistline. After applying the rouge, she walked downstairs to wait on the couch until Bobby arrived. He had told her he would pick her up. Is this why the human speech is so strange to me, that we think different? Maggie does not say our speech well. I think that some of this is because she cannot make the sounds well, but that is not all. I also think that some is because her mind does not go in the same way as our speech.My mind does not go in the way of their speech, either. I can do their speech a little, but it is only small, there are many things I cannot say in their speech. For some of the things I think they have no. I wasn't going to get over those. Anyway, I curled my finger, reaching for her G-spot when she said, "Give me more!" So I stuck in a second finger. She moaned loudly. She loved being filled up. I finger fucked her to a loud screaming orgasm, but didn't let up. I knew I could get more. I got my thumb on her clit, and kept pumping her pussy until she let out a stifled groan, and she erupted. She squirted a fountain from her pussy. It was awesome. She was shaking after that. "Oh my fucking god. No.