A group of bikers had gathered in the hallway, and were daring all the girls going upstairs to the toilet to moon at the top of the stairs. Some girls... did and got cheers from the rockers, and some girls didn’t and got booed. After a few drinks Jan wanted to go to the toilet, and I thought she’d tell them to bugger off, but instead she paused at the top of the stairs, eased her white jeans off her shapely bum, then wiggled her arse a few times in a twerking movement to make sure the bikers got a. He thought of running his hands from her ankles to her hips as she lay on his bed, before stopping to place his fingers underneath her leggings, leaving his thumb on the outside. Before looking up at her and grabbing tightly. Firmly. And then gently pulling them off. He thought about running his face along the inside of her legs, pressing gently against her skin with his nose, before stopping between her legs and pressing his face against the fabric of her knickers. Although he’d become. “Please… I didn’t mean to piss you off.”“Aw, it’s okay,” he said, finally smiling, “I just getthat shit all the time.”“Well, let me make it up to you,” she said, and squattedback down. Her legs were getting sore.“Ralph, honey,” she said, looking for him. She remindedherself to look at him occasionally, to make sure hewasn’t recording her. “Ralph, please find me a stool orsomething low to sit on.”He. " He leafed through the magazine and stopped at a page, "Here's one. A housewife whose husband is out of town on business takes her laundry to the Laundromat. According to the story she has never been unfaithful. While she's doing the wash a guy comes in to wash his stuff. He asks her if he should use bleach on something and she tells him no and then a paragraph later she is on her knees sucking his cock and then she goes back to his room with him and they fuck for the three days her husband is.