The express train never seems to go past the three-minute mark. She was brought back to the present by the sound of one of her kids slamming their bathroom door. His appearance is immaculate in fact he even presses his jeans. She lives in a good neighborhood, drives a nice car, has two perfect children.
She being a good Catholic wife she turns off the lights, undresses and gets into bed beside him. She remembered the warm dampness in her hello kitty panties.
There she stands in front of the mirror looking at her naked form. Instead she smiles and wishes them both a good day.
She had felt so guilty but in some way also awakened to another more primal part of herself. She undresses including her bra and panties. Connolly, he had dark hair with dramatic piercing eyes. She places it between her legs and Ironically in three minutes she arrives where her husband has never taken her.
She wraps the tartan skirt around her waist and enjoys the feel of the wool skirt as it caresses her naked bottom. She wonders if this is where the hunger first began. She gazes at her breasts, lifts them slightly and smiles, gravity has not been too unkind. Her friend Becky had brought a Play Girl magazine to school and together they had flipped through the pages.
He approaches his love making with a similar precision removing perfectly pressed pajamas folding them and putting them at the foot of the bed and then goes under the covers. She proceeds to put on the blouse, the stiff fabric rubs against her nipples sending a wave of pleasure through her body.
She promptly gets dressed and goes down stairs to prepare them breakfast. Running up the stairs she goes to her bedroom and searches for her school uniform. As she looks in the mirror she knows her hunger will be satisfied, I guess in the end she turned out to be a "Bad Penny!
They had giggled as they viewed the pictures. Her husband is a doctor and to top it off he is very good looking. She pours a glass of milk for each of them and calls them down to breakfast. As she would touch herself she would feel this delightful tingling in the soles of her feet.
They both come running into the kitchen with backpacks in hand, give her a kiss and eat their breakfast. He fondles her breasts for a few moments and then gets on top of her for the Missionary express.
Confession was much more interesting that week. Blonde with pretty blue eyes, the proof of her hair color is down below. Her son Jessie has blonde hair and blue eyes just like her and their daughter takes more after her dad with chestnut hair but with exotic green eyes.
She drops them off to school, kisses her daughter goodbye but refrains from kissing her son, he is embarrassed by public displays of affection. She gets out of the shower and wipes the steam from the mirror with her towel.
She pulls into her driveway with her hunger radiating from the center of her. Her friends think she has the perfect life and, yet she feels a hunger inside. Steven is a man of structure, everything has a time and place.
He then rolls over and exactly two minutes later he is fast asleep. As she pulls away her mind goes back to Catholic School, she had a teacher Mr. At that point she takes things into her own hands. In the morning after Steven has left for work she showers, the warm water nourishes her hunger.
She then puts on her bobby socks and penny loafers. She finds it neatly stored away in a bottom drawer, tartan skirt, white blouse bobby socks and a pair of burgundy loafers with two tarnished pennies. She had found the pictures both gross and exciting at the same time.Bananas are like a summers moon soft, yet bright, colorful and delicate.
They are edible boomerangs. A magnificent fruit inside a single peel. Its peel is its blanket. A masterpiece in itself. Picked from the glorious banana palm. They dance about in the fruit basket complimenting all other fruits.
Their color matches everything. Cure for crazy cravings. Bananas are an awesome source of potassium and other vitamins, but they aren't everyone's favorite lunchtime treat.
Inscribing the skins (without any markers or pens!) and magically pre-slicing them before packing them up alongside the peanut butter and jelly helps ensure that they'll get eaten, and. Am I really that uncouth?
Have you lot yet worked out the truth. The shit I write, it's so contrite. I know you're dim but I thought you might. I've been feeding bananas to you all.
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