I ran my hand down herlegs and then forced it between them at her knees, then began to slide my handup towards her pussy. ?OK, bitch, you say you've n...ever been spanked, ever had a woman touch yourpussy?? Her muffled protestations became muffled shrieks as I forced firstone then two fingers into her dry pussy. The bitch wasn't enjoying this atall, I thought, what the hell, I certainly was. I pulled my fingers out and pushed her onto the floor, which she hit witha sickening thud, I sat astride. ” “Okay, see you in a bit. Bye.” I reply. I know that 11 must be down by the river front, so I drive on. Yes, I can see the car, and I park next to it. My whole body is shaking. I feel like a slut. Nick comes outside and gives me a big smile. He looks just like his photo on his profile. He is coming my way and opens the door for me. “Hello Cindy!” he says and reaches for my hand, to help me get out of the car. As I step out, he closes the car door and gives me a nice hug. Now, that makes me. . all for the better, all because of Samuel. I lived in a tent then, out of work for a year and a half, thanks to the slowdown in aerospace. I sold what few family heirlooms I still clung to in a failed attempt to save his mother ... if only I had known the veterinarian was so incompetent ... but I was out of choices.The Smittes were happy to take a pup, but from the day I gave him to the neighbors across the wall, he kept trying to find his way back to me and my pathetic tent.Never having even. I don't think you should engage in football until you learn to be less rough. You might seriously injure someone. It's just too dangerous." For the other team," Pa said. He looked sideways out of the corner of his eye and returned his concentration on his driving.Ma's parents were teachers at a private school for rich kids in St Louis. Their sports program consisted of "friendly" games of touch football and softball. They played what we boys called "girls sports" and "sissy games" in those.