By Associated Press

Thu Jun 1, 7:31 PM

HAUSER, Ore. - Well, she LOOKED 21 anyway, maybe older, and what's more the clerk at the small store in this Coos County town says he was much distracted by what he called the young lady's scanty attire. So distracted, he said, that he didn't see the "Minor until 2007" stamped on her driver's license. She got the six-pack, and store owner David Cardwell got a $1,320 fine. The clerk had to pay $750.

Cardwell is hollering "Entrapment," "Draconian" and more.

Rather than pay, Cardwell says, he will take the alternative and close the store for a week. He says it doesn't make than much in a week in any case.

His clerk had been stung by an Oregon Liquor Control Commission decoy sent to test for xxxxxxxx sales.

His two clerks will be jobless until June 7.

Cardwell is not denying his employee erred, but says it was hardly fair.

"This young woman was dressed in very provocative clothing more suited for the bedroom," Cardwell said in a letter to the OLCC. "I would not allow my daughter to leave the house dressed in such a way."

He says the law should target clerks and servers, not the owners.

"We feel we did everything right," Cardwell wrote. "We trained (our clerk) correctly. We tested him correctly."

But Gary Francis, the local OLCC agent who coordinates the stings and hires the decoys, isn't persuaded.

"Maybe he should have been looking at her driver's license," Francis said of the clerk. "It was a straight-up deal. By the numbers. No trickery at all."

He said the decoy was dressed in a tank top, attire many woman her age wear.

People who serve or sell alcohol in Oregon are required to card anyone who looks 26 years old or younger, Francis said. He wants the decoys to look like 18-, 19- or 20-year-olds, not a 40-year-old.

"We are out there to see who is doing their job and who is not," he said.

He said female decoys can't wear makeup or doctor their hair to look older.

"This guy wasn't paying attention," Francis said. "If he would have looked at that young lady's ID, he would have seen the big red box on her ID that said she was a minor until 2007.

"DMV makes it easy. But if you don't use the tools that the state provides, then you deserve to get caught."

Cardwell disagrees.

"They're baiting. They're disguising. They're camouflaging them. They are trying to create a situation and trying to induce someone into taking the bait."

The store had never been similarly fined before.

"There's a first time for everything," said Francis.

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A few months ago at work I was introduced to a new employee, a Filipina. She was kind of cute, had dark skin, long black hair, a great smile and a fairly nice body. Young and perky, she'd sometimes wear short skirts that showed off some pretty nice legs.

But overall I didn't pay much attention to her, nor her to me. We worked on a few projects together and talked a little about our lives outside work, but there wasn't any strong connection, or any kind of flirting.

The girl laughed a lot, out of nervousness, I think. Her English wasn't terribly strong so she sometimes said things the wrong way or people wouldn't understand her accent. But when she laughed the cute, playful side of her came out.

A few times I sat back and watched her talk with someone else. Different elements of her beauty became apparent to me so I became more aware of her presence, her dark skin, smiling brown eyes, and the way her lips and tongue formed her words. There was something soft and inviting about her mouth. I once wondered what it would be like to kiss her, but dared not to even consider the idea. I was married at the time, and so was she.

Then one afternoon as I stood in a clutch of people discussing some business thing, I looked at her mouth as she was speaking, and...suddenly had a clear view of her sucking my cock. It came from nowhere except these little observations I'd been making, and caught me quite by surprise. She was laying beside me, half propped up on one arm, that nimble tongue pressed against the sensitive front of my shaft, tracing my contours with perfect saliva coated pressure, all this inside her warm mouth with those soft gentle lips wrapped lovingly around the base. She slid her mouth up, maintaining contact with my stretched foreskin, sending waves of ecstacy throughout my body, then slurped a little bit, and held her lips tight to my head for just a moment, making sure to suck up any precum or excess lubrication when she came up for air.

My god, this was the perfect blow job! All from this tiny little sweet creature whom I'd never thought of as truly sexy before. I wondered if I'd somehow tapped into her mind, viewing the most recent intamacy she'd had with her husband.

But not just viewing. I could feel it! I could feel the tenderness of her mouth closing around my pronounced prick again, and the wet warmth of her tongue curling around my meat like a hot dog bun. As she opened her lips to slide down the shaft, the tip of her tongue moved away from it, but the back of her tongue closed smoothly on the head of my cock. Now my sensitive glans was nearing her throat, and she massaged it with superelectric squeezes made by the act of swallowing, as if I was some warm apple pie filling pressed against the roof of her mouth all the way to the back so every drop could be savored.

Realizing I was in reality beginning to poke out against the loose fabric of my thin cotton pants, I quickly excused myself and hurried to the washroom holding a notepad in front of my fly. Once safely in a stall, I wrestled my stiff snake from its lair and flogged away rapidly while returning to my premonition, or whatever it was.

This wasn't your typical mid-day fantasy because I hadn't stopped what I was doing in order to imagine how her young lips would feel around my aging member. There was now lead up, no indication, no action she made that I interpreted as a come on. She wasn't even looking at me. The experience was beyond normal human perception. It wasn't that I simply pictured getting blown by an attractive coworker. I was there, getting once in a lifetime head, from this woman standing not four feet away from me.

It must have been some kind of ESP. I suddenly knew she really treated her husband to cock worship like this, and not just on occasion. She was a true master at oral sex, loving to feel her man's cum pumping up the pipe, squirting all over the back of her mouth, swallowing the first second and third gushes, holding on and continuing to pump and lick and suck while he wildly bucked his hips, grabbed her blessed head and moaned long and loud.

I never brought up our connection with her, and she didn't seem to be experiencing the same from me (maybe I'm just not that good!). A time or two she caught me staring at her mouth, but never said a word, just laughed in her nervous way. Every time I've seen her since then the images and feelings come rushing back. I'm helpless to avoid them or block them out. I try to wait as long as I can, then discretely slip away to the john where I jack off until she is satisfied. I clean up, return to my office, then start the process over if she's still around. God I hope she knows how good she makes me feel. If only I could pay her back some how.

MANILA, Philippines - Nearly 4,000 mothers set a world record this week for the largest number of women simultaneously breast-feeding their babies in the same place, organizers said.

Manila Mayor Lito Atienza, whose city is one of the event's organizers, said 3,738 mothers simultaneously breast-fed their babies for at least one minute, breaking the Guinness World Record.

The result will be submitted to Guinness for evaluation.

The United Nations Children's Fund said the previous record was held by the City of Berkeley, California, where 1,135 mothers simultaneous breast-fed babies for a minute on Aug. 3, 2002.

The event was also held to raise awareness about the benefits of breast-feeding, organizers said.

Dr. Nicholas Alipui, UNICEF representative to the Philippines, said breast-feeding can help curb malnutrition in children under two years old, provide children with antibodies to fight diseases and boost the country's economy because families save on infant formula.

Sex Toys Tax-Deductible in Australia
By Associated Press
Fri May 5, 5:15 PM

SYDNEY, Australia - Prostitutes, strippers and lap dancers can claim tax deductions for adult toys and lingerie, officials said Friday, as the Australian Taxation Office issued a list of deductible items for the sex industry.

Condoms, lubricants, gels and oils are among a myriad of other items that these workers can claim against tax, according to a fact sheet issued on the office's Web site.

While they cannot claim deductions for fitness classes that keep them in shape, the tax office ruled they can claim the cost of dance lessons.

"You can claim the cost of replacing or repairing things like equipment, adult novelties and other apparatus used in your work," the office advises, under a section titled "tools of trade."

"This is just another one of our occupational lists that we put together to help people," a taxation office spokeswoman said on customary condition of anonymity.

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Me, I want to be his plasterer (look at the pics in Workshop).

If you had to be a piece of furniture, what would you be?

Last night I was dreaming about masturbating. The room was dark and I was sitting on the edge of a bed. The hard on felt big and rigid but my entire shaft was sensitive to every stroke. This one felt sooooo good. Out of the darkness rose two female faces, on either side of me, floating above my thighs. Both were beautiful, both sexy, both urging me on. We all 3 wanted me to cum, and the unified attention tripled my pleasure, verifying my passion, lust and desire. My excitement grew like never before on a trajectory toward perfect orgasm that was ubdeniable, inevitable.

Then I came, shooting spurt after spurt of hot, pearly semen into the air, onto my chest and flowing off my still pounding fist. I was joyous anticipating how the women watching me would react. The one on my right wasted no time moving in to catch individual wads of jism as they spouted from the head of my spasming cock. But the other, the one I really wanted to join in on this most thrilling of all moments, backed away, not out of the picture completely, but back far enough to begin to fade into the darkness of the room. I was disappointed, naturally, but was too far into heaven to let that feeling wipe away my ultimate pleasure.

Meanwhile, the lovely lady on my right had brought out a spoon and was eagerly scooping my cum into her mouth, licking her lips and saying MMMMMmmmmmmmm! before swooping down for yet another mouthful, which she rolled around in her mouth, happily savoring it's texture and taste.

So which woman are you?

Carpenter Charged With Working in the Buff
By Associated Press

Sat Apr 22, 4:36 AM

OAKLAND, Calif. - A carpenter who keeps his clothes clean by working in the nude was arrested after a client returned home early and found him building bookcases in the buff.

Percy Honniball, 50, was charged with misdemeanor indecent exposure this week for the October incident.

He told officers he stripped before crawling under the client's house to do electrical work because he didn't want to soil his clothes, police said.

Honniball said Thursday that working in the nude gave him a better range of motion and that a skilled craftsman can work clothing _ and injury _ free.

"In certain situations such as demolitions where you are smashing rock you want to be clothed and protected because this rock can harm you," he said.

Honniball was caught working naked in Berkeley three times in the last six years and put on probation for violating a city ordinance. Honniball said he doesn't plan to do work in his birthday suit again.

Police said he apologized to the startled homeowner, but was fired. The homeowner paid Honniball for the finished work, but deducted $200.

"He kept out that amount to change his locks," Oakland Police Officer Jesse Grant said.

Last Friday night I went to Las Vegas night fund raiser in the basement of a local school. It wasn't very exciting to play blackjack with poker chips that didn't really count for anything, so I spent most of the time just walking through the crowd, observing.

There were a few sexy moms there, the big brown eyed buxom one who is always willing to chat and doesn't stick to church approved subjects; the short blonde with the great ass that she's always showing off by doing yardwork in her bikini; the business like Korean who always wears glasses and conservative dresses that are to me like the ostrich feathers of a 1950's stripper, hiding the really important parts but leaving me to imagine how perfect they must be.

So I was surprised when I found myself standing to the side of one game, focusing on the minister's slightly chubby wife as she ran the less than Las Vegas like ring toss game. Now, she's a fairly pretty woman in the face, bright blue eyes, curly brown hair and chipmunk smile, but her body has never much thrilled me with its rectangular shape, ho hum beasts and too wide rear. But on this night I couldn't take my eyes off her. Well, off her chest that is.

The minister's wife had on a typical ladies blouse, a striped cotton-polyester blend with long sleeves and an open v-neck. She didn't look particularly good in it, the same plump body, too round to show much of any curves, and no discernable waist. However, when she bent over to pick up the tossed rings that inevitably ended up on the floor, that v above her ample belly opened wide to show off a nicely packaged pair of well rounded and pushed up tits. I was pleasantly surprised.

Despite the fact that I was there, this is not a very liberal minded community. These are plain vanilla suburban white folks who copulate 2.3 times so they can have an average family in their average house with their average SUV's parked in their average garages. There's little or no promiscuity here, no sex magazines at the Quick-Shop, no strip joints, no escort services advertised in the phone book. Usually I would think there has to be some undercurrent of dark passion bubbling just below the surface of this proper facade, but for all the times I've been here I can't find even a hint of it. These people just seem to enjoy being asexual.

It seemed odd that Mrs. Minister would be trying to bust that code of behavior, especially when she's obvioulsy happily dedicated to her pious husband and would tear his career to shreds with even a hint of scandal. But there she was, pushing the limits of her black bra, exposing more cleavage than the rest of the group put together.

And this couldn't have been an accident. This blouse had no buttons higher than the one that formed the v somewhere below her nipple line. I had the feeling she had bought this outfit just for this special night, and she knew she would be bending down a lot to pick up those rings because I had overheard her saying that to her husband just a few days before.

And no one seemed to notice! I watched her for a good half hour, playing pocket pool and discretely rubbing my stiffening cock behind a wall of participants. No other men stopped to watch for more than a second, and there were no knowing glances, wry smiles or even mild blushing among them. No women buzzed about, hot with whispered gossip, nodding in her direction, talking behind her back as they would do in the city. All I could do was stand and watch and fantasize about her squeezing my shaft between those soft rounds of flesh, telling me how excited it made her to have my loins squoosh down on her puffing nipples, and then shooting a long thick stream of hot cum over her forehead and onto that frizzy hair then second spurting up her chin, across her open lips, onto the flat of her outstretched tonuge.

That never happened, nor did she hook my stare with an evil smile, or look quizzically at my near orgasmic face. She never enen tried to cover her cleavage as a discrete woman would, choosing instead to be oblivious to her maybe once in a lifetime sexhibition.

I'm still puzzled by her motive for such a display. She's not so dumb that she wouldn't know, but not so bold that she would be vying for attention in that way. Maybe you know of some average people out there, not the kind that would come to NN. Maybe you can explain what the minister's wife was trying to do. I don't understand it. I can only ask what was she thinking?

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