" He said, "No, just taking a shit".2. When I was a kid I used to pray every night for a new bike. Then I realized that the Lord doesn't work that way... so I stole a bike and asked him to forgive me.The Stuttering CatA teacher is explaining biology to her 4th grade students."Human beings are the only animals that stutter," she says.A little girl raises her hand. "I had a kitty-cat who stuttered."The teacher, knowing how precious some of these stories could become, asked the girl to describe the. She was placed on her belly on the altar, legs spread apart and arms caught behind her back. She was powerless in the face of what was to come, but she wasn't afraid. In this, she would submit willingly. Her passion came roaring back to life, another climax building low in her womb. Hardness pressed into her sex from behind, pushing into her slowly. The head of his cock was worked into her until it reached her virgin barrier. She panted harshly, her muscles working to accept the intrusion as. His breathing was already going a bit ragged, even before I freed him from the material and wrapped my hand around him, squeezing lightly at the base and running my hand along his shaft. I wanted to play with him like this longer, but I could no longer resist tasting him. I began to very slowly run the tip of my tongue from the base of his cock to the head, completely losing myself in his scent, taste, and the silken texture of his skin against my lips. I looked up at him and caught his eyes,. .. three times, each time producing a slightly longer squeal that quickly descends and fades to nothing. I withdraw my toy, moving it down. First to her lips, pushing forward slightly so I can feel her tense as I threaten her little kitty once more, then down further to her so-far neglected rear opening. I place the black tip at her light brown, wrinkled little ring, with just enough pressure that the flesh catches on the rubber. I give a sharp twist, no more than a quarter turn, but enough to.