She could have mentioned that she planned to read. Now, she has the balls to tell me that my 'shadow' is invading her space. I thought about simply ge...tting up and leaving - right then. Why I didn't I still don't know for sure. Maybe it was the ever hinted at promises from she and her sister of things becoming more interesting for me; of going beyond the kissing and touchy-feelie stage. Maybe it was just that I didn't want to leave her alone and abandoned here - didn't want to disappoint her.. ” His cabinet and everyone working in the White House broke into thunderous applause.Just in case you need a laugh:Remember it takes a college degree to fly a plane, but only a high school diploma to fix one; a reassurance to those of us who fly routinely in our jobs.After every flight, UPS pilots fill out a form, called a ‘gripe sheet,’ which tells mechanics about problems with the aircraft. The mechanics corrects the problems, document their repairs on the form, and then pilots review the. I slide and rub around more, faster. More tingle, a slightly different sensation than a man gets, more intense, more sensitive. I hear sticky wet sounds. I stick a finger in the sopping opening, fucking hell, this feeling. Really, this is what girls feel? I go in and out slowly, savoring the moment, playing around with the movement, pushing as deep as I can, then out. Holy fuck I could do this all night. But I need to get moving. I pull out and bring the fingers to my nose and inhale. Lord. ”“So yeah, that is a real problem, though,” Sarah said.“What?” Randy asked.“I’m like, so fucking horny I’m ready to vault onto a fire plug or something.”“That sounds pretty horny, I guess.”“No shit. I have girl blue balls. It’s been weeks. And like I said, Justin wasn’t that great anyway.”“Wish I could help you out, but I probably can’t in that area!”“Well ... why not?”“What? Sarah, what do you mean, ‘why not’? What are you talking about?”“You. Me. Why don’t you fuck me?”“Dude! Shut the fuck.