"So that's why you offered to buy me a drink. You want to get me drunk so you can have sex with me." "No! Well sort of. I mean, when has a guy ever o...ffered to buy you a drink if he isn't trying to get somewhere. We're not that generous that we just do it because a hot girl looks thirsty." "Good point. But you don't need to get me drunk to have sex with me; you just have to impress me." "Alright, what do you want me to do?" She gestured at one of the security guards. "In my bag, there is a. "I thought you'd be insanely jealous."I looked lovingly into her face, saw the strain, and held her more tightly."Is he making you come?" I asked."Oh," she gasped. "Oh, my! Yes! Yes, I'm cumming!"Pauline's face grimaced. Her muscles tightened and her gorgeous, full lips made a thin, tight line. She opened her mouth and gasped."Oh, baby!" she wailed. "Hold me, please. Hold me!"I held her tightly until the spasm passed.Richard knelt next to the bed where I held Pauline, my wife of twelve years.. I was just having trouble with the fact that as we strolled through the museum, she seemingly, somehow, kept getting closer to me. Not only that, the red blouse she was wearing was losing buttons. We were checking out a full-scale model of an Albertosaurus when I noticed the button phenomena. When I had picked her up that morning, and on the two hour drive to the museum, her silk blouse had been buttoned to the neck. When I looked down at her, during our discussion about the giant creature. He comes to his door to greet me; I see his tall, dark shadow in his doorway, and my heart starts to beat faster, fluttering in my chest like a hummingbird. I’m nervous and scared, and I should be scared: Daddy is a scary mother fucker. The phrase “still waters run deep” describes Daddy. Like a lake at night, you just never really know what’s going on under his cool, smooth surface, really. We say hello and he leads me through the darkened house and out to the area behind the house where it’s.