Maybe if you called him and said you would like to go to a party dressed like a trashy slut and would he be interested?Come knock on my door and ask f...or some candy, BobFrom: ChrisOctober 22, 2006I like your idea better. I think I'll call him when I sign off. He's male and it is Sunday... there is a small likelihood that he is watching football. I may go easy on the "trashy slut" talk just to see if he is interested in hooking up again without that added motivation.Love you, C.From: ChrisOctober. “And, at the party last week, I saw something I recognized in your face. When you looked at Kurt, it was the way I looked at Phil last year.”“He was a high school teacher of mine,” Abigail interjected.“Lucky you,” Steph answered. “If he’d been a teacher of mine, he would have been my teen fantasy.”“You wouldn’t have been the only one,” Abigail confided. Steph smiled. “I thought that might be the case. Fortunate that he’s in the club, then. I do hope you and Thomas will join.”“We have a lot to. Just saying. Anyway, if you want to fuck me and pretend that I’m Kristen or Bella Thorne or Anna Kendrick, knock yourself out. We all have fantasies. I wonder how those actors are doing nowadays, what with the end of civilization and all that jazz?” Diana teased her husband.“Well, honestly, with your name, I’d rather pretend that you were Princess Di. It just fits. I could be old Charles and we could have ourselves a little ... reconciliation fantasy there. We just need a Camilla to make it a. Is that nice?" As she spoke, Jackie gently took Sissy's bud between her fingers then stroked it as she would a penis. Sissy's jaw sagged again and she moaned with delight as the bud sprouted to a whole centimetre in length and became rock hard. "Oh that's nice. Don't stop, please don't stop!"Jackie immediately released her fingers and Sissy wailed her discontent."No. No! Do it again. Please, I'm bursting!" Good gracious my dear, not now!" admonished Jackie in a soft, friendly voice, "It's.