It is murder and is WRONG!My only reply to those of you who would echo similar thoughts can be:Hi, Thanks for reading and thanks especially for taking... the time to drop me a line.Don't confuse me with my characters. I'm much taller :))Best always!RachaelTalis and my (edited) Plausibility Rant2009-08-12This story is kind of weird. "The first title it had was, "As if I didn't have enough problems" and then it became "My life without pockets" and finally, "Talis" once I found a name for the alien. Things stayed the same till I was 12. My dad would have poker parties over at the house and Mike and the others would say i would be a great hostess. My tits were now a b-cup and i even saw my dad looking down my shirts a few times. It was a big rush to know i was haveing an effect on all those grown men. As the hostess i would get the guys beers and chips for some small tips. i soon learned if i wanted more tips i needed to dress mkore sexy. At first it was low cut tops and daisy dukes. Then. No longer able to remain cool and aloof, Jane found herself blushing furiously every time he came near. She usually rushed off on some excuse and let one of the other women wait on him. Bright in her mind was a picture of his shaggy head buried between the girl's thighs, backed by the ghostly murmur of their passion-moans. Worst of all, she couldn't shake off the eerie conviction that he knew that she knew.The young woman had decided the best therapy would be to get to know a man on friendly. “Once I made myself cum at a sleepover,” she said. “We were all sleeping in the living room, and I just fingered my clit and came, twice.”“You are brave,” I said. “I love that.”Somehow Sabrina managed to get herself turned in the seat in such a way that she was able to get both hands on my cock, and she stroked it - not hard - just gently, and at the same time she ran her other fingers around its glans, concentrating on the lower sensitive edge when the glans joins the shaft. I could feel the.