This little scenario has gone on year after year and I knew that it would never change. Then last year I had the surprise of my life. One, I might add..., was of my own making.I was 41 then and I had to admit that this little Thanksgiving thing of mine was becoming a disgusting ritual. I wasn't sure if I could bring myself to do it again. I'd been working since before dawn on that Thanksgiving Day in the homeless shelter, helping to prepare the dinning room and side dishes for the day's handout.My. Sie hängte den nicht für derartigen Regen gedachten Mantel an seinen Hacken und wollte zum Bad, - sich erst mal aus den nassen Sachen schälen und abtrocknen, - eventuell auch eine warme Dusche nehmen, als Sie das offene Fenster und die Regenpfütze darunter erblickte.Jetzt konnte Sie ihre Wut nicht weiter zügeln und stiess einen geradezu urweltlichen Brüller aus. Sie stampfte mit dem Fuss auf und brach sich dabei beinah den Absatz ihres Pumps ab.Mit Wuttränen in den Augen stampfte Sie hinüber. Lana: don’t look like that. Its very uncomfortable you stupid.Me: misss you are really looking very very beautiful. I should say very sexy missss. Can I have a hug pleaseeeeeeeee.Lana: don’t dream much bujji. Go and sleep now. And thanq for the compliment.Me: miss can I sleep in your room? I’m little afraid sleeping outside alone.Lana: ahaaaa. If you sleep here I should be the one who should be afraid. Not go and sleep. Good night.Me: miss can I stay here for sometime?Lana: no go and sleep. You. After tea I was watching the Simpsons when they told me to be back at my cubicle in half an hour for further training. Rather gingerly I walked back to my sleeping area, closely followed by one of my minders. I could not understand why my head was in two minds, one half wanted to fuck, while the other wanted to sleep. The horny side came out on top, I became so randy waiting for the minders to arrive that I had to pleasure myself, my hand was still rubbing my clit when they appeared. Okay, I.