. but it helps‘ need some kind of snappy combination like: ‘you think I’m deranged? You should see my shrink!’Okay, ... so I have no future ca...reer as a stand-up comedian. But you see my point.Lots of laughter and great company. I hoped we’d be repeating these dinner parties. They’re what friends are for, sharing a meal and the feeling of belonging.Mel exchanged affectionate kisses – real kisses, not the ubiquitous fake Los Angeles ‘air’ kisses – with Helga as we left; they’d already exchanged. "I won't kill you here and now because I still have fond feelings for Shelly. It would not be good for her to come in and find your blood all over the floor. I don't know what I am going to do yet. Say 'Hi' to Shelly for me."Harris sank back onto the couch with a huge sigh of relief. He was going to live, at least for another day. Maybe if Tom cooled down, he would come to realize that Harris was just a piece of shit not worth the trouble of killing. Tom was cold but he was also practical, so. His other hand reached up under her top and found a firm tit and nipple to squeeze under the loose top.Finding compliance in Wendy’s non-resistance he undid the waist button of her shorts and tugged the skin tight material down her legs to her ankles. Feeling helpless, one hand full of glass she held on to his shoulder with the other. Looking down she saw him push his face into her crotch, his tongue flicking her clit, she relaxed her stance and pushed her cunt out into his face. Wendy closed. She glanced down from me, and softlysaid "I.... I don't know. I was just... my skirt kept coming off, and Iwas dropping things, and...", her voice rose and she looked up at me,Please don't fire me! I don't know what's happen..." I imagined herstripping while she was saying this. She kept going on like that and kicked hershoes off. She continued stripping, pulling down her skirt and taking off bothshirts. They were laying on the floor at her feet when I felt a slight breezeand she stopped,.