I threw in the Jackson Five while I was at it, but I didn't say a word about the unappealing morass of weird that was Michael Jackson's later life.Tha...t discussion led to a longer one once we got home about upcoming events, looking towards what we could use to our advantage, of course.There was little I remembered about the remainder of 1961 that could be used to our advantage. There was no SuperBowl yet, as the AFL and NFL would not merge until 1970.The Rose Bowl was a big event each year, and. She squealed and squirmed as more and more orgasmic pleasures went through her. She couldn't believe that someone could give her so much pleasure by giving her so much pain! She felt the juices just pouring out of her, he removed the dildo and put his mouth down to her pussy and started sucking and licking. He had never tasted such sweet juices, at the same time he stuck a finger in her ass and started to feel around until he could feel his tongue through the thin membrane separating ass and. My wife actually giggled. I couldn't believe it! He ordered me to put my hands behind my back. "When I strike your husband's belly, start counting," he told my wife. He then proceeded to cane my belly twenty times with my wife counting each stroke. I just couldn't believe this level of humiliation. I fully expected my wife to intervene or at least protest. But she gleefully counted. Mike then told me to turn around and caned my ass thirty times. The pain was immense. I wouldn't be able to sit. Bob Hope was always good at playing thehapless shmoe who gets dumped on by fate (like in those "Road To" movies-Bing Crosby leaving with the girl they'd both been vying for, clearlyhaving won her affection while Hope is left trapped in some degradingsituation, his expression showing he pretty much expected this...) andhere he is in fine form. There is something awkward and untrustworthyabout him; and with his built-in lascivious leer and the double entendresthat seem to spill unwittingly from.