"I'm not a mind reader," those were the words my mother said to me on my fourth birthday when I didn't get those toy solders I wanted. Up to then I thought everybody could read minds, no one talked about it but then you don't say I can see or hear either; It was a very confusing time for me.
It could all be so funny if it hadn't been so serious, my wife of three years was naked on the floor with a stranger pounding between her legs. Not only that two others were waiting for their turn.
For a short time, I was exchanging incredibly hot emails with a very sexual high school girl named Sunny, who has daddy/daughter incest fantasies. With her permission, this is the second compilation of some of her/our emails and they're posted here for your pervy pleasure. Keep your tissues at the ready.
Trust, once lost, often cannot be regained. Beware former friends bearing gifts -- especially the kind that come in vials. Stephanie only thought she and Tony were still friends, but he knew better and was about to do something about it.
"Why don't you take your nose out of that book and look at all this crumpet?" asked Danny. "What?" I replied. "Look, I've got to finish this before my exam next week." "I just wish I had your good looks," mused Danny. "What?" I said again. "Good looks, what rubbish." "Hey, it's not rubbish that all the good looking birds keep giving you the eye," he observed. "And you're too busy to notice."