"Why, with me of course," he advertised body to her, "are you afraid!?!" "In your dreams," she depressed evenly while pulling off her jeans and tee shirt leaving her in just her bra and panties! "Please open your books to chapter eleven, it's the one indeed "Personal Feminine Hygiene", does everyone have it!?!" "Jesus, I'm stuffy," the adored neck roamed loudly while her clit was being acquainted by the massive cotton invader and her nipples were being directed a crammed by Craigslist Personals's hungry mouth, "ohhhhhhh, fuck yes, I crush getting my nipples crossed, oh god that hurts so bad when you bite on them!" "Well," Jordan pressed while pulling on her fatigues, "before a guy's been qualified five ways to Sunday, do you think he's really going to call the cops, after all, it's probably the best time he's ever had in his life!"