He’s known as the funniest one of the group. Perhaps I should have been a cast member, but no, I’m not attractive enough. (All of the stars of the... sitcom are drop-dead gorgeous, by the way.) What I hate about the show is that the characters live in unrealistically large apartments that would cost the average New Yorker about thirty-five hundred dollars a month to live there. In sitcom world, however, a waitress and a secretary could afford it. I live in a tiny rent-controlled studio apartment. Plopping down beside me he fixed his gaze on me, "Don't worry Little Girl, you're waterproof."I looked back at him, conscious again of my nakedness and his. "I'm not a little girl. And I think you know that very well," I said with a smirk and a look down at his crotch.His cock was semi-hard even with the cold from the lake, so I knew he was thinking some dirty thoughts about me. He confirmed it. "Oh, yeah I definitely want you. But you're still a little girl to me."I rolled over to my side to. I was enthralledas usual by the soft flesh of her body and marveled at how much morepliant her breasts were than my new breasts. Her aureoles were a littlesmall but her nipples stood out, hard and proud against my probingfingers.Her hands were manipulating my breasts and tweaking my nipples as shefucked me. The shape of my breasts identified me as a woman but the feelwas male and the aureoles and nipples were small. They were a sham nextto a real woman's breasts."Would you like real breasts,. The windows were open and the cool ocean breeze was blowing in gently, only fluttering the curtains a little. Keith had been up since before sunrise, just thinking about the past few months and relationship change that had occurred between him and his mother and the new one he had developed with Abby. He thought about his future and what he wanted to do after school and beyond. He thought about who he wanted to spend his adult years with and how his life might play out to some extent. He loved.