Some say I look like a young version of George Harrison. But he wasn't the most popular Beatle, was he?Well, apparently neither was I ... the most pop...ular, I thought, through the slight buzz of the many drinks I had consumed tonight.God, I wanted a girlfriend! I so NEEDED one to hold and kiss and ... let's face it ... fuck. But again I had struck out and was driving home alone.Straining my eyes into the darkness, I was aware of how desolate this stretch of road really was at this time of night.. 'Please Master let this little sissy have the pleasure of sucking your cock, I am such a little slut and all I can think of is sucking your cock''Again on your knees'I knelt down in front of him aware of the proximity of his bulge in his boxer shorts. He made me beg again in ever more desperate terms.'Ok sissy but do it properly and no rushing. If you don't do it right, you'll be here all night'.I moved myself up between his legs and gently pulled aside his boxers so that he sprang free and. “Aren’t you going to spread your legs for me?” he asked softly. “That’s what you’re here for, isn’t it?”Now visibly trembling she spread her thighs wide and raised her pelvis to provide him the access to her wetness that he wanted.“What’s wrong with you, Steven Sloan?” Susie exclaimed.Steve, in the process of rolling over between Barbara’s legs, almost fainted. There, standing on the bed beside Barb’s ear was his late wife. Or a tiny replica of her, anyway.To Barb she said, “I’m so sorry, my. He planned to fire it the next week, and there was still much to do. Ingeburg's day was spent roasting the meat from the buck over the fire place. Ingeburg also collected berries from the forest, and she heated them with sweet syrup and bone extract to yield a solid jam.They went to bed early that evening, and once again they melted into each other's arms and consummated their marriage. It was astounding how well they were attuned to each other already. Pelle had always wondered how Greta had.