It usually took me about six. From the smell this looked close to my personal record of nine baby wipes.Now here we have to get into the difference be...tween men and women. I know, everything is equal now and women reporters can go into men's locker rooms, but woe unto the male reporter that tries to do the reverse. I maintain, a minnow swimming against the ocean tide, that there are really notable differences between the sexes (without even talking about the sex part.)A woman would just wave her. A pink one would look a lot better with your skin and hair.” She got a little steamed and headed back into the room. She seemed frustrated, likely at me, and then called out, “UGH, Zach!” I sighed, softly, “Fuck,” then louder, “Yeah Tiff?“I need help with the hook,” she said. Still being a smartass, I snapped, “You’re 23 and can’t get your own bra off?” She was still flustered, but I could hear her trying to hold back laughter, “It’s a triple hook; I can’t get the last one. Can you help me?”I. One day we got home from work as per usual and had some food before settling infront of some TV. Stacey changed into a pair of her tiny hotpants that hardly covered her gorgeous arse and a tight fitting top which with no bra you could just see the outline of her nipples. The door-bell rang which was strange to me as I wasn't expecting anyone, however Stacey jumped up to go and answer the door. It was her friend Jo from work, who she had invited around to lend him a book- or so she said. Jo was. Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me, John!” She let out a wail and started bucking frantically, digging her heels into the mattress and jerking her hips as she fucked the plastic phallus, pumping it rapidly inside her!My eyes bugged! Upon hearing my name, my cock exploded in my underwear without my ever having touched it! I crushed my underwear to my waist in order to limit the mess, hunching over, watching my mother-in-law thrash her way through her orgasm, her head flying back and forth, her.