Stole moms vibrator

A few days ago, me and my mom had a talk about boyfriends and sex. I'm She said don't do sex and just get a vibrator. I want a vibrator, but I don't know how to ask.

My seven-year old son took my vibrator to his class party last week and proceeded to give everyone a Show and Tell demonstration. He hid it in his backpack and then whipped it out to the complete astonishment of Party Mum when the kids were settling down to watch a DVD. My dear boy then proceeded to give his classmates massages — on their heads, tummies, shoulders and hands. When Party Mum asked where he got such a toy from, he informed her he bought it at Coles. With no whiff of dramatics nor hysterical laughter, she merely told my son she would keep it safe for him as she worried it could get lost or broken. She then sent me a funny message with attached picture of vibrating thingymajiggy… very aaargh… informing me she and all the other mums at the party were off to Coles the very next day.

I bought these anal beads really cheap from Ebay because I was curious about them. I ended up trying them with my boyfriend one night; everything was fine until he pulled them out again. I felt a sudden hesitation from him, so I looked back and saw him with only two-thirds of the goddamn thing. The rest was missing

It was a beautiful Sunday morning in early October. Sandy was awoken by the sounds of her shades being opened. Slowly she opened her eyes to she her mother in her room walking toward her.