But I’ve been a bully all my life. I was a bully all through school and that didn’t change when I graduated. If anything I’ve probably gotten wo...rse now. Teachers and parents no longer monitor my behavior. There’s no longer anyone around who can lecture me on my evil ways and there are damn few people who can kick my ass.My bullying isn’t physical, though. I browbeat people or I coerce them in some other way into doing what I want them to do. If you don’t count scuffles with Carl when we were. “It’ll make my hands move better, and won’t pull your hair.”“There’s some sun tan oil in the bathroom,” he said. “Or, I think there might be some baby oil in there, too. I can get it.”“No, that’s OK; you stay put,” I told him.I returned with the baby oil and squeezed a generous amount into my hands. It made a world of difference.“Oh, that feels good,” he groaned.I worked on his lower back for a couple of minutes. I then filled my hands with oil again, and took one of his hands in mine and. Steve sat in the car and wondered how many cocks his wife had sucked that night. How much sperm did she have in her stomach? Steve wanted to be disgusted but instead he found his cock was rock hard!Steve got out of the car and knocked on her door. A moment later Connie opened the door wearing a towel and her face expressed a mixture of fear, surprise and embarrassment."We need to talk!" Steve said as he pushed into the roomConnie stood there and could say nothing. A tear trickled down her. ”“Don’t be sorry. He knows why I’m here. He wanted to have the party here, but that wasn’t reasonable,” replied Ed.“Still, I know how much you love him,” replied Linda as he took her hand and kissed it. The gesture touched her deeply, as he knew it would. She added, “I know how much you love all of us.”“Yes, I do. You are in pain and if my being here provides the least little comfort, I won’t leave your side,” replied Ed. This had been a very rough pregnancy and he didn’t understand why. Her.