..wanted to see if David had a calculator I could borrow," he said, slowly, staring openly at her tits and pink puffy nipples. She giggled and blushed... slightly at the attention. "I'll see," she said. She twisted her torso to me, giving him an incredible profile view of her breasts. "David, do you have a calculator for Mark?" I was very embarrassed and jealous. "No," I stammered. "I think it's out in the hall." "Thanks," Mark said. There was an awkward silence while he stood there, continuing to. I haven’t been able to do it again since that time, but one can always hope. I married into a family that had a lot of problems. It was almost like watching a soap opera with out a TV. This episode was called the cheating cocaine addicted husband. My father-in-law was addicted to cocaine and was out with his friends. (The dealers) I am not sure if he was cheating or not, but my mother-in-law was convinced of it. Naomi (The mother-in-law) was in another drunken stupor. But this time she took it. Last night my boyfriend asked me to go on a walk with him and his roommate, this isn’t anything unusual they normally walk together a few times a week. We live a semi-busy area, at night there’s not much going on at all but a few cars here and there. My boyfriend kept rubbing his hand on my ass and his roommate would spank me lightly here and there. When we reached a stop light to cross the street my boy friend kissed one side of my neck and his roommate grabbed my left right titty. He had therefore found it advantageous to choose instruments of torture that did their damage without requiring a lot of strength or energy on his part. Items like the closet rod in his hands were perfect, it was almost identical to a quarterstaff. He knew that he could hurt Lindsey for hours without getting tired, since big swings could be interspersed with quick solid devastatingly painful strikes.'Thump' he swung the rod like a bat, impacting Lindsey in the gut'Oooommmmph' the air left her.