This place is fuckin' dope."Not to mention, other people can also add their own branch to one of our stories, or just create one of their own altogeth...er!"I won't say it a third time, mainly because I'm sure the Readers get the idea."Of course they do. They're not as slow as you are."Glass houses, shit-dick. I will bail and leave you here alone to meander without quotations."Hey, I can still use the singular ones... Still though, fair enough."More than enough."... Anyway, here's the gist of. You said, "Anna, in the interest of art, why don't you take off your top and let me see your breasts? Just for the sake of art."Nick: "I remember it took you a long time to respond." It took me a long time to comprehend what you had asked of me but you seemed so honest and sincere. Here you were, this rough and tough, older man, asking to see art for the sake of art. I felt like I was preventing you from seeing a beautiful sunrise or something. Maybe I should not have done it but I stepped back. I threw him a look of disgust and bend down pretending to look for my hair band. And a few minutes into it, he came right behind me pointing to some place it fell and as he did that I could feel his mound pushing at my ass. I turned around in mock anger and asked him what he was doing, as he replied with his sneer that he was planning to fuck a randi (a whore) who is dying for one right now.Either I could take what I had come for or he will force me to satisfy him, now that he was all aroused.. While I was waiting at the register I got a text from her with a pic. It was a pic of her thong and caption read: ‘be ready or don’t come at all’. My dick went hard instantly and my heart started to pound really fast. I guess it hadn’t been only a onetime thing. Or could she only be joking around? Her place was only a few blocks away from the grocery store so I quickly arrived there after getting the txt. My heart was really beating hard not sure what to expect, I rang the doorbell and went.