SilverVeil
Cockbiting Fucktard
- Joined
- Nov 24, 2001
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I bet this made his day LOL !!! A friend sent this in an e-mail to me.
"I was due later in the week for an appointment with the gynecologist.
Early one morning I received a call from the doctor's office to tell me
that I had been rescheduled for early that morning -- 9:30 a.m. I had
only just packed everyone off to work and school, and it was already
around 8:45 a.m. The trip to his office took about 35 minutes, so I didn't
have any time to spare.
As most women do, I like to take a little extra effort over hygiene when
making such visits, but this time I wasn't going to be able to make the
full effort. So I rushed upstairs, threw off my dressing gown, wet the washcloth
that was sitting next to the sink, and gave myself a quick wash in "that
area" to make sure I was at least presentable. I threw the washcloth in the
clothesbasket, donned some clothes, hopped in the car and raced to my
appointment.
I was in the waiting room only a few minutes when I was
called in. Knowing the procedure, as I'm sure you do, I hopped up on the table,
looked over at the other side of the room and pretended I was in Paris or
some other place a million miles away. I was a little surprised when the
doctor said, "My, we have made an extra effort this morning, haven't we?"
But I didn't respond. When the appointment was over, I heaved a sigh of
relief and went home. The rest of the day was normal-some shopping,
cleaning, cooking, etc.
After school, while my six-year-old daughter was playing, she called
out from the bathroom, "Mum, where's my washcloth?" I told her to get
another one from the cupboard. "No"!, she replied. "I need the one
that was here by the sink. It had all my glitter and sparkles in it."
"I was due later in the week for an appointment with the gynecologist.
Early one morning I received a call from the doctor's office to tell me
that I had been rescheduled for early that morning -- 9:30 a.m. I had
only just packed everyone off to work and school, and it was already
around 8:45 a.m. The trip to his office took about 35 minutes, so I didn't
have any time to spare.
As most women do, I like to take a little extra effort over hygiene when
making such visits, but this time I wasn't going to be able to make the
full effort. So I rushed upstairs, threw off my dressing gown, wet the washcloth
that was sitting next to the sink, and gave myself a quick wash in "that
area" to make sure I was at least presentable. I threw the washcloth in the
clothesbasket, donned some clothes, hopped in the car and raced to my
appointment.
I was in the waiting room only a few minutes when I was
called in. Knowing the procedure, as I'm sure you do, I hopped up on the table,
looked over at the other side of the room and pretended I was in Paris or
some other place a million miles away. I was a little surprised when the
doctor said, "My, we have made an extra effort this morning, haven't we?"
But I didn't respond. When the appointment was over, I heaved a sigh of
relief and went home. The rest of the day was normal-some shopping,
cleaning, cooking, etc.
After school, while my six-year-old daughter was playing, she called
out from the bathroom, "Mum, where's my washcloth?" I told her to get
another one from the cupboard. "No"!, she replied. "I need the one
that was here by the sink. It had all my glitter and sparkles in it."
thanks i needed a laugh
