This week's Club Pogo challenges!
Solitaire Home Story : Clear 200 diamond cards this week!
Garden Blast : Use 170 bombs or bomb power-up combos this week!
World Class Solitaire HD : Place 200 cards into the foundation stacks this week!
Quote from: harley89 on January 08, 2011, 07:09:10 PM
That might work if my memory wasnt shot
Quote from: gator8_24 on January 08, 2011, 03:43:46 PM
Just close your eyes and imagine!
Quote from: harley89 on January 08, 2011, 10:55:29 AM
Im booking a flight at my age I will take romance where ever I can get it
Quote from: Homer on January 08, 2011, 10:38:37 AMHah! Like I would ever VIDEOTAPE it!
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Quote from: Joe C on January 08, 2011, 10:16:39 AM
I am flying to Denver on Monday for work. Maybe I can get groped at Dulles!
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Quote from: gator8_24 on January 08, 2011, 09:01:50 AMI am flying to Denver on Monday for work. Maybe I can get groped at Dulles!
He grasped me firmly but gently just above my elbow and guided me
into a room - his room. He quietly shut the door and we were alone.
He approached me soundlessly, from behind, and spoke in a low,
reassuring voice close to my ear . . . "Just relax."
Without warning, he reached down and I felt his strong, calloused hands start at my ankles, gently probing, and moving upward along my calves slowly but steadily. My breath caught in my throat. I knew I should be afraid, but somehow I didn't care. His touch was so experienced, so confident.
When his hands moved up onto my thighs, I gave a slight shudder, and partly closed my eyes. My pulse was pounding. I felt his knowing fingers caress my abdomen, my ribcage. And then, as he cupped my firm, full breasts in his hands, I inhaled sharply. Probing, searching, knowing what he wanted, he brought his hands to my shoulders, slid them down my tingling spine and into my panties.
Although I knew nothing about this man, I felt oddly trusting and expectant. This is a man, I thought. A man used to taking charge. A man not used to taking `no' for an answer. A man who would tell me what he wanted. A man who would look into my soul and say ...
"Okay, ma'am," he said a low voice. "All done."
My eyes snapped open and he was standing in front of me, smiling, handing me my purse. "You can board your flight now."
Anyone want to take a plane?