" It was fun watching her disappointed pout. "You can remove your hand from my fly and look closely at my eyebrows . . . No, the other one. Comb it do...wn. The small scar you see is about one-twentieth of the whole scar hidden behind my whole brow. It was split wide open, hung down and blocked my eye. I'll share that long story with you another time."With her dress split open above her hips, and her leaning toward me, I pushed her panty across her labia and into the far leg seam, exposing her. You hear the ice rustling in a cup. The sound of something leather hit the wooden table near by. The feather is a surprise since it can't be heard. The feeling of the softness rolls over your body from head to toe. I take it up one side, and down the other. You giggle, and wiggle from the ticklish torture. But your body wants so much more. A small hand held whip with a few leather straps trails up your back. Over your shoulder, and across your chest. The texture of the leather makes your. Terrence Carpenter watched the man in the boat from the safety of his living room, safe in the house he had first designed in his mind forty years ago. His house, his refuge from the storms of life, embodied all that he cared about in architecture, and this house – where he had lived and worked incessantly since1980 – had become an extension of his soul. Now he watched as the little boat rounded ‘the T’ and slipped into Marina del Rey – into the safe embrace of calm water – from the equally. All his life Joey had a shameful secret hidden from the girls of the school. This secrecy had been purchased from the guys after much bribery and at great expense. His small pale penis was only one inch. It was like he never hit puberty, there was no growth and not a hint of pubic hair. To Joey’s shame even his ejaculations were weak and translucent. Suddenly his thoughts were interrupted as Lucy gave him a passion filled kiss. His body felt hot with arousal as her tongue probed his mouth.