"You must be my shadow for the day?" I replied nervously,"Yes sir, my name's Michael, I believe you spoke to Helen at the school?"He smiled warmly and... said, "Yes, and cut the sir crap, I'm not that mucholder than you are. You can call me Tom." I reached out to shake hisextended hand and realized that my hand was dwarfed by the massive hands ofthis stunning man. I held his hand longer than needed and looked into hisemerald green eyes.Hearing the sound of someone clearing their throat I realized. Balls deepI really couldn't take my eyes off my cousins. So petite, fun size. Their taut slim little body, tiny little asses, little budding tits with big areola not to mention pretty. Oh those dick sucking lips. Fuck. I imagined picking one of them up fucking her standing up, her thin legs wrapped around my waist.My sister nudged me. Penny for your thoughts. Oh uum... yeah. What were you thinking Susie asked?Nothing I said. Nothing my ass. Tell me. It's sexual. I figured that much just tell. Her back pressed against my tits and I kissed her neck. I released her ponytail and ran my hands down her back and around to her chest. I groped at her breasts and I continued to kiss and lick her neck. She turned to face me and I lifted her shirt up. I softly ran my fingers down her stomach and back up to her tits. I then did the same with my tongue. Her body shook and she moaned, grabbing the zipper of her jeans. I slid the jeans down to her knees and realized she wasn't wearing any panties.. Then again, I’m the writer, so I could skip over that whole messy guy thing and start with Liesel. Liesel. Liesel… she was sort of my first, too. Not like Mark — I mean, the asshole practically stole my virginity (well, at the time, I wanted it, but still). Liesel was different. Liesel was… she was warm, and silly, but intelligent in a way that made you feel completely uncomfortable and completely at ease, simultaneously. Liesel was… Liesel. It wasn’t that hard to notice her. She wasn’t loud or.