”“He knows about this?” the Midget asked. The Boss nodded. “Nice guy,” the Midget said with a smile. “She does have some really nice tits.... I would need some mountain climbing gear to get up them,” he laughed.“You wanna try?” the Boss asked the small man.“Fuck, yeah, I do.”As soon as the song ended, Carole left the man at the dance floor and returned to the table. The two men stood. “Come on,” the Boss said. “We are leaving.”Carole saw that they were going back to their room and the Midget was. So! Over the next couple months expect my stories to actually have some finished choices, and I can expand from there. Thanks!)It was a hot, humid night beside a river.Jo was a graffiti artist an avid climber who worked commonly with her constant supporters. She put together the group in high school, and they continued their tags years later. She was dressed in a hoodie and leggings for optimal movement.Wes was a thrill seeker and the rational head of the group. He had no artistic prowess,. And it’s from our efforts to fill this hole that everything else followed on.With more time on our hands and this big hole in our lives, we decided to spice up our love life.We’d always had a very happy but somewhat vanilla and conventional love-life – I guess in keeping with the conservative upbringing both Claire and I had received.To spice things up in the bedroom, Claire and I had taken to looking at on-line adult websites – including those with ‘adult’ movies and erotic stories.As we. "big brothe! I hardly recognize you." Despite the smell of booze and the over-excitement, I was fucking ecstatic to have her body in my hands. she was so thin and young. tight skin that, looked as though the gods themselves created her complexion be pouring cream onto her. she had the cutest little summer dress, that gave hints of undergarments. " have to get ready for the party, someone thought, it would be a good idea to give a minor alcohol, so she is a bit tossed." my wifes, anticlimactic.