“OH MY GOD, you are going to split me in half !!” I squeal as I grab your hips and help you pound me. My cutoff jean shorts are too short for a family picnic but I have always been one to get off on shock and awe. You look at your wife, who, big suprise, isn’t even sitting next to you, and is so busy babbling to an older woman bouncing a baby on her knee she doesn’t even know you exist.
