“Leave it alone, Alex,” my bartender laughed. “You’re not her type.” “I’m every girl’s type when I need to be,” I smirked. “Even h...ers.” Kelan knew I’d always had a weakness for girls like that. They were like the Achilles’ heel of good intentions. Smoky eyes, full mouth, breasts jacked up with that tempting swell of jailbait cleavage. And that waist. I could get my hands all the way around a waist like that. I could pull her down onto my lap and do nasty, filthy things with her and she would. At the very least, she was trying to take advantage of a loop hole of her own devising. It wasn't going to work with me, and I was getting angry that she was attempting it. I realized she had grown up in a family that chose to fight their battles this way. I wasn't going to permit her to do this. Just having to go through things like this with her would sow seeds of dissension among the rest of us. We already had enough pettiness and jealousies surrounding us, without adding more to the. ” She walked back to the counter.Again my heart was racing, and again I felt the lack of courage and humiliation rising up in me. I was on the verge of chickening out again, but felt such a strong desire to buy a magazine of porn! And then suddenly, the counter became briefly empty of customers and I realized it was now or never if I was going to get that porn!My heart was racing so fast I thought I was going to have a heart attack! I walked up to the counter, it seemed like a mile away. I felt. Michael was again faced with her beautiful mounts, though this time they glistened with sweat, reflecting the light coming from the bright fluorescent ceiling lighting. “Fuck you’re hot!” Michael said, undoing his belt buckle and allowing his trousers to fall to the floor as well. “Wouldn’t want to make a mess, so I thought I’d better get topless,” Melissa replied, kneeling down before Michael. She reached into his boxers and grabbed the sticky member, pulling it out of the little slit in his.