Behind the pink door was a chaos of squealing girlie voices. The tableau vivant he saw after opening the door was uplifting, mentally as well as physi...cally (as his tightening pants let him know).In the beauty chair sat a teenager's gushing vision of steaming paradise. The girl had tits the size of soccer balls. They were crowned with jutting nipples at least a digit long. Her hair swung from left to right on her lolling head.It looked like a flaming red flag torn to pieces by a raging storm.But. I hurried back to my room and put them on in front of Mike. Hisface sure seemed to show appreciation for my pick of panties and thebulge in his pants confirmed it.I was excited as hell and did all I could to contain myself as Mike dealtout another hand. Well, you guess it, I lost again. Mike left it up tome to decide on the next item of clothing so off to my sisters room Iwent, though I knew exactly what I was after. It wasn't the first timethat I had worn this particular thong. It went. His heart still beatinglike crazy he quickly walks to his car and sits in there ' AHHHH YOUSTUPID IDIOT!!!' He thinks about himself 'WHY did I need to do that?,FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK' he questions himself, but he soon puts it into theback of his mind and drives off home, stopping along the way for alcohol.He Reaches home a dark single room apartment, he boots up his computerand sits down, once his computer boots up and on his system it shows abeautiful women he stares at her eyes and wishes he. The second night she lighted a fire again and made it a very big one this time using parts of the plane. Charles could always rebuild it. Again no one came. After having spend a day in the shade with no water left she had resorted to drinking her urine. She felt how her strength was deserting her. She was sure she was going to die. That night she could not get up anymore to build a fire. Shivering on her spot under the wing she dreamt of a figure on a camel who bend down towards her. -+- Sheikh.