Apparently he did, because Tuesdays become our special night.Then one Thursday afternoon I met Simon at the greenmarket. I didn’t just hook up with ...him for free produce, ­although that helped. He was ­always slipping the biggest cucumbers and carrots in my bag. One day I asked him what was with all the free veggies. He gave me a smile and said he wanted me to think of him when I looked at them. He was really cute, and I could only hope that all the freebies turned out to be an accurate. This was no ordinary pond for at the bottom was a gateway back to Oz and she would sucked down and through a long and twisting tunnel like can only be compared to being swallowed by a serpent and on the other end was Oz. When she ermerged with a great splash she was always greeted by a chorus of cheers from the Munchkins who loved Dorothy and loved looking at her nude body. She would find herself swarmed by numerous of the more excited Munchkins, their their tiny cocks hurriedly extracted from. My family was very big on sweets. My Aunt Madelyn always had jars and jars of candy on her counter. My sister and I would fill up on mini candy bars, cheese balls and bubble gum on our weekly Saturday night visits. At my Nana and Papas though, there was only the faceted, gold, Depression glass jar. Inside it were the ever-present peppermint patties and my goal- the bag of black licorice tied closed with a rubber band. I snatched up the candy, carefully put the top back on the candy jar, lest. Paul licked his lips and it felt as if he was licking my swollen pussy lips. It looked like Clair and my husband were going to be involved in their discussion for a long time so Paul asked me if I had ever shot pool “No, but I have always wanted to learn the game” “No better time then the present. Come on, Judy. I’ll teach you.” He put a lot of emphasis on the word “come.” Putting his arm around my shoulders, he guided me towards the stairs that led down to the family room/home office in the.