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Reading Google Chrome's Fine Print
Much ink and many electrons are being spilled over Google's Chrome browser (discussed here twice in recent days): from deep backgrounders to performance benchmarks to its vulnerability to a carpet-bombing flaw. The latest angle to be explored is Chrome's end-user license agreement. It does not look consumer-friendly. "By submitting, posting or displaying the content you give Google a perpetual, irrevocable, worldwide, royalty-free, and non-exclusive license to reproduce, adapt, modify, translate, publish, publicly perform, publicly display and distribute any content which you submit, post or display on or through, the services. This license is for the sole purpose of enabling Google to display, distribute and promote the services and may be revoked for certain services as defined in the additional terms of those services."
Guess they haven't tested the installer on XP64.
How we know is more important than what we know.
Twice! The first time I was in the bathroom playing with her knickers when she walked in on me. She was merely amused. She smiled at me and went back to bed. She woke up thinking it was a dream, but I figured she was trying to trap me, so I told her the truth. She didn't care, but something in the way she looked told me that she liked it. The NEXT night! I was at it again, jerking away with her gray cotton knickers around my cock and another pair pressed up to my nose to inhale the sweet musky scent she leaves behind in the crotch. And she walked in, smiling.
...But only in return for... something." She tossed her head back a little and laughed slightly. I was a bit taken at this. It seemed to me that she was playing with me, toying with my vulnerability.
,until suddenly she relased me from her clutches and eyeed me as if awaiting my answer. "Hmmmm?" She tightened her grip around my neck and pressed her heels deeper into my balls.
But then, immediately, she was FURIOUS! "Get your filthy cock out of my underwear," she ordered. I was busted. there was no way she'd let me live it down. I guess she didn't really like catching me after-all. Or did she? Another smile, more devious and twisted, almost delightfully cruel, crept across her face. She stepped over to where I was balled up on the bathroom floor, bent over and picked up the panties from the floor, chuckling. "So, you like playing with my panties?" She put them up to her face and breathed her smell in deeply. "Mmmm.. I guess I do smell pretty nice and sweet. Oh, what have we here? Did you get a little pre-cum stain on my panties?" She held them out to me so as to display the stain. I was mortified. My wife can be quite the meanie when she wants to be.
"I'll tell you what," she said. "I'll let you finish your little session, and let you shoot your cum aaaaall over my panties if you want to." She smiled that evil grin again. "Right in the crotch.
"o... okay," I managed to say. my heart was racing.
"Good!" she replied. "You didn't even find out what I wanted first, you fool." Her entire demeaner changed instantly. "That's why you got caught, you foolish dog, you. Thinking with your cock. You think I'm going to touch your cock? After finding you in here playing with yourself like a little boy?" She laughed, and stooped down to eye level with me, grabbed me by the chin and said directly to my face, "No, little boy. Mommy's not going to touch your little toy cock. But since you like the smell of my pussy so much, why don't you get a REAL good whiff?" She choked me, grabbing me by the neck and digging her fingernails in deep. Then she stood up and forced my face into her crotch. She wasn't wearing anything under her nightgown and her stiff pubic hairs stuck through the fabric. I was smothered. I couldn't breathe anything except the faint stench from her cunt. She was getting off on this. I could smell her wetness. It turned me on, but at the same time, she had me by the throat and she meant business.
"You like that? Is that what you wanted to smell, little boy?' She twisted my head hard into her crotch. "Why aren't you jacking off now? Hmmm? Am I being too rough?" As she said that, she brought her foot up and into my crotch and pressed hard into my balls, practically smashing them. "If you like the smell of my cunt so much, why didn't you just ask me to give it to you instead of going behind my back like a little child? Why aren't you a man? Is this a man's penis I'm crushing beneath my feet or little boy's? hmmm?" She laughed down at me, languishing in my pain. I still couldn't breath, except for the hot, sticky-sweet air from her moist pussy
"It's... a ma.. a man's penis," I somehow managed to say.
"Oh, so you're a man, then?" I nodded. "good," she replied as she practically threw me back into the wall. "Here, let me see what I did to your cock." She examined my penis and testicles, caressing them and cooing like a mother consoling her child. "Poor baby. Did m