Huge Tits
Huge Tits
My wife, Deborah, often tells me “bedtime stories” of her sexual
adventures. Some of them I know are true, either because I was there, or
because she has corroborative evidence. Some of them, I’m sure, are
fictional. Others, I’m just not sure about.
I don’t know about the truth of this one. It sounds like the kind of
thing she’d do if she were in the right mood, but since I wasn’t there, I
can’t vouch for it.
If you’ve ever heard anything about the New York subways, you probably
think you know what they’re like. Noisy, obnoxious, and crowded. Most of
the time that’s true, but as any New Yorker will tell you — once you get
past his pride in living in the least livable city in the country — that
some trains can be practically empty if you pick the right times and
routes. Many evenings, around 10 or 11, even the busiest routes start
emptying out, and by midnight it’s sometimes possible to have a car to
yourself.