I am a coinsure of the female body even at work . . . there are some sexy ones, some frumpy ones and everything in between. There are always a handful... of women at the office that I go out of my way to make sure I get a nice unaware view of in a day! I always visually undress them and play a game with myself about the size of their nipples, areolas and if their pussy is bald, trimmed or a full bush. I know, I know a full bush is not the norm these days but I can always dream, right?? I am old. ”Nomenclature“Mom,” he said, “the other boys at school are using two words I don’t understand. Can you tell me what they mean?”“Certainly,” Mom said. “What are they?”“Pussy and bitch.” Mom inhaled sharply, but recovered quickly.“Oh, that’s easy,” she said. “A pussy is a cat, like our little Chico. A bitch is a female dog, like our Sandy.”Craig thanked his mother and ran out the door. But something about his mother’s explanation bothered him. So he sought out his father. Dad was in the. I long and dream of the day we will all be reunited. He has ripped away my sense of safety, my self esteem, trust, and enjoyment in the simplest of things. Each thing I struggle with that has it?s trouble spots originating from his terroristicmanipulations, I find that I also struggle with making them hard limits. It is like still allowing him to have a say or a power in what I do. And as Master and I talked and I began to open up to Him, He said I could not let this man continue to win, He. I took Joan by the arm and said, "Let's explore the resort." The four guys looked disappointed but told Joan they hoped they'd see us later. Joan was flush and clearly excited. She shook her breasts with a farewell tinkle. We explored the resort. Everything was top notch and extremely well cared for. The staff were all friendly and welcoming, a smile on every face. The desert sun felt wonderful on our bodies. The landscaping was lush and carefully tended to. As we walked around we saw an.