Now here we have to get into the difference between men and women. I know, everything is equal now and women reporters can go into men's locker rooms,... but woe unto the male reporter that tries to do the reverse. I maintain, a minnow swimming against the ocean tide, that there are really notable differences between the sexes (without even talking about the sex part.)A woman would just wave her arms around her body (or god forbid, her purse.) and come up with a workable solution. No fuss, no. She said I don’t have a computer, so I don’t watch. I said you can come and watch on my computer. She said, you are spoiling me. I said it’s ok na, this is your right age to get spoiled. She said you are very naughty. I said yes I am.Later I had to pee. So I stopped the car and did pee. She also did on one side because she was also needed desperately. It was dark anyways. That indicated that she was now more free with me. When we get inside the car, then I actually grabbed her face and gave her. I suddenly wanted to sketch him. He needn't think twice about it and all he wanted to know if I wanted him to be nude. He had no objections at all if the request was made. I declined the offer and had him sitting on the washing machine. Once again his cock and balls had slipped free. I drew with a quick and shakey hand. If anyone were to walk in at this moment it would look suspicious---especially as I beginning to draw his exposed cock and ball. All the while I was repressing an impulse to. Breath frosting in front of me, I weavedmy way through the headstones. Surrounded by the skeletons of trees,bare fields glittering with hoar frost. Spring would be here soon, Iknew. The late January wind snapped at my bare stockinged calves.I had a bunch of flowers in my leather-gloved hand as I clicked throughthe country churchyard on my black regulation heels. My woolen uniformcoat flapped around my legs. There it was, in the far corner away fromthe church. A small hedge separated the grave.
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