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my step-dad did walk in on me and my girlfriend in highschool makin out. I think she had her pants off, I had mine off, and im sure her shirt was up around her neck. its around 11am, we are skipping school. and he walks in. i leap up, hard on and everything, to go slam the door in his face. I can just see the view he might have seen and thats horrific. needless to say, we made a b line for the door. the only thing he said was "you really should be in school". being a step parent, he avoid the discipline aspects as much as possible, left that to my battle axe mom. |
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The artist that I was in love with,shared a gallery,with 3 other artists.They would take turns,so someone was always at the gallery,during business hours. Its not like there was alot of traffic in the gallery. Well,nature being what it is,we often made love in the gallery.On this particular occasion,we were buck naked,our clothes were strewn all over the place,and we were in the little kitchenette,getting snacks. It was an old,really neat building,and the kitchen thing,was located in the center of the gallery.We heard someone come in,but we couldn't get to our clothes without being seen.The artist climbed onto the counter,to peek through the transom,[one of those funny little windows,at the top],to see who it was. It was Mrs.Babcock,a elderly, wealthy patron of the gallery.Well,there was nothing we could do,so we kept quiet,and figured she'd leave.But she didn't. After what seemed like a lifetime,my boyfriend decided he'd go out and talk to her.I thought he was kidding.But he wasn't.He wrapped himself up in the paper towels,kinda like a Sumo wrestler diaper thing.I still thought he was kidding,but out he went.I couldn't believe it. I was trying to be real quiet,and I'm real short,so I was kinda climbing on the wall,hanging onto the ledge of the transom,and balancing with my feet,so I could see what was going on. Sure enough,he carried it off without a problem.Told her he was doing some body painting,in the back.She wanted to see,but he told her not untill it was finished.She was satisfied with this explanation.I was impressed. I'm still hanging/perching on the wall,with my naked butt sticking out,and I hear a noise,I look down,and one of the other artists had come in,and was getting coffee,just like there wasn't a naked woman hanging on the wall over his head.Straight shot,right up my tootie.I was truley mortified. |
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Only time I ever had anything like that happen, my room in my parents house was right next to the laundry room, and I was having sex with my girlfriend Marcy when my mom walks up to the door knocks and says "I'm coming in to get your laundry." MY reply sounded like i was smoking crack or something in my room when I yelled "NO!!!" She didn't come in I buck naked took the clothes out to her and she asked what I was doing, and my only response in a muffled tone (because for some reason or another I didn't want Marcy to hear) was "Mom... what the hell do you think we're doing?" |
Man you are some hoe. |
You can sleep on them,bounce up and down on them and even hold a bicycle on them. Fat butts are all american. Fat butts are us. Fat butts are U.S. |
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Anyone as hyper as she is wouldn't have anything fat, as far as I can tell. |
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Unfortunenately, my mom won't let me date..... so simple. |