. like she'd just reinforced her image of herself as superior to me. In fact, it wasn't a smile at all, it was a smirk. I grinned back and settled dow...n into the seat again.patting my lap."You can still sit in this seat today. I don't mind sharing"What followed was a stare down contest that raised the tension level in the room to what physicists call "achieving a critical mass". The haughty coed's pretty face twisted into a rage while I maintained a calm, nonchalant stare. Finally she exploded,. Gold Roper had the Flock write the paper of one of the most heretical views they had arrived at. The 'big ship' was an idea past its prime. Gold Roper could not fault the argument, emotionally could not accept it but passed it on to his peers without comment. The response was deafening in its silence – a sure measure of the thought being given to it.The killer of ships was the projectile; in the days of wooden shop there was fire as well but fire was most often secondary to the projectile. The. Becky was practically punching the end of it to get every last drop out, causing vibrations to ripple into Christine's clitoris and G-spot. Christine was fucked. She passed out from the pleasure.***Christine woke up a little later, finding her arms and legs now tied to the bed, pillows under her pelvis. Becky was on a chair at the side of the bed, clothed, and Kallie had just come into the room."Ah, Christine, you're awake. About time," said Kallie, as she pulled up a second chair on the. Elaine was first with the cross examination, “You expect us to believe that Oscar-winning actress, Marisa Tomei, just spread her legs wide open and showed you two yahoos her vagina? A cleanly shaven vagina?””What’s the big deal?” George answered. “All women shave their pussies nowadays, nobody has pubic hair anymore.” Kramer backed him up, “He’s right, you know. Grass don’t grow on a busy street!”Elaine was unimpressed at these two guy’s knowledge of the fashion trends of today’s women. “Oh.