It's your fault you're in this mess. If you had taken yourjob seriously and not as something you could exploit to get what youwanted, you'd still be o...n top and not having to worry about wearinganything that our company sells."Feeling beleaguered, Taylor threw up his hands and said, "I quit." Quit what?" Angela asked with a laugh."This job. I'm through with it. I'm through with this sissy shit." You think you can quit, just like that?" Angela asked with a laugh.Taylor looked at his mother. She awoke an hour later feeling refreshed, further supplementing her recovery with a restorative shower. Afterwards, standing in just semi-sheer bra and panties, and while gently applying moisturizer to her legs, Doris eyed her reflection in the floor-length bathroom mirror. Doris had always been the brainy beauty of the f****y, combining a formidable intellect with an equally formidable figure. She had always struggled with having to reconcile a bookish shyness with a body that drove men to. Now it was 10 pm my sister went to the toilet in our home there is old type of toilet( on that toilet people use their hands to clean potty ) she sit on her knees and call me and i could see her potty its smell was bad. Then i insert my index finger on my finger was her potty i taste her potty it was very bad its taste very bad i could see potty around her ass hole then I took a bucket of water and wash her ass by my hands while washing her ass her potty touch my hand and i insert my finger in. This was very familiar territory for my date. She led me to George’s room and picked one of the twin beds to set me on. With the music wafting from the other room she did a languorous strip-tease in the dim light through the window. I was fascinated. “Let me see that you are enjoying the show,” she said softly. It took a moment for the request to register in my sex-clouded mind but I finally unzipped and freed my masculinity from its white cotton prison.She smiled and danced closer as the final.