Doris, my wife, was now sitting close to the stranger we met at the bar. She had tipped up her glass and finished her drink, her second one of the night. She looked at me with a rat6her strange look in her eye’s, “Jerry do you think he’s cute,” she teased me as she sat
On arriving home after her first visit to the men’s toilet, Colette had spent over an hour under the shower, washing every inch of her body over and over again. She lathered and washed her hair several times and performed every necessary action to make sure that she was cleaned up. She douched herself several