7- Wait a minute -- I get it. What time of the month is it?6- You’re sure you don’t want to consult the great Oprah on this one?5- Sorry, I was ju...st picturing you nekked.4- Whoa, time out. Football is on.3- Looks like someone had an extra bowl of bitch flakes this morning!2- Is there any way we can do this via e-mail?1- Who are you kidding? We both know that thing ain’t loaded.Food For Thought“Behind every successful man is a surprised woman.”This one is compliments of UgeeayIf you are from the. He pulls up my dress, my panties are nice and tight and my bottom fills them out nicely. I know that when we are through, I will have been been punished well. I’m already aroused, the intimate touch of his hand and the calm strength in his voice making me swoon: This is what I wanted. It feels right and when he instructs me to remove my panties it brooks no argument. Reaching back, I slip my fingers into the waistband and lower the panties, turning them inside out as they cross over the swell. I fantasised I had caught reading a porn mag and rubbing her clit while I played the peeping Tom. I was not so lucky but at one point she must have got an itch and lifted her butt up of the bed, had a good tug on her thong and plopped back down, only this time her legs were further apart and she had created an amazing camel toe that seemed to last for ages. Then without notice she clicked her pen and slammed the book shut. I took this as my cue to leave and with bladder nearly bursting I made. I stroked her cheek and she turned her head to kiss my hand. I was so overcome with emotion that my eyes started to water and tears of joy rolled down my face.She tilted her head up and tenderly kissed the tears on my cheeks and eyes. Simultaneously she slowly moved her fingers to explore my thigh where her hand was resting. As she moved her head back and our eyes locked, she moved her hand closer and closer to my penis, straining to be released, desperate for her touch.The tips of her fingers.