She told me there was nothing wrong with trying to talk to her, but that we as men needed to come correctly at her and try to stimulate her mind befor...e trying to do the same to her body. I asked her why then did she go to a bar and complain about the men trying to hit on her when there is little to no intelligent conversation in that kind of setting. The result was her ranting for about 45 minutes, well after our break was over, about how men are dogs who only know how to look on the surface. That is when the black dj approached me. he was about my size with close cropped hair and very engaging.he offered me a couple of ludes and then he asked me for a ride to his place and i just couldn't say no.no sooner did we get to his place, he embraced me and gave me lip lock that had me swooning.i think the ludes were kicking in because i didn't want him to stop. quickly, he led me to his bedroom and we stripped naked for another embrace with our cocks rubbing together. being a bit of. ‘Operations from A-1, tell fire and rescue to step on it. The vehicle is on fire!’ ’10-4, A-1,’ the dispatcher responded. Without thinking, Martin started down the bank, even as the sounds of sirens drew closer. If that fire got too much worse, anybody in that truck had no chance whatever. Maybe, if he could get down the bank in time, he could do something. Martin slipped and slid down the bank, barely keeping his balance most of the time, oblivious to the branches that tore his clothes and. All three swung in unison, as if sensing someuniversal rhythm, their ponytails streaming carelessly out behind them.The afternoon passed in a patter of girlish conversation as they swunghappily through the sky. Kitty's frock billowed up over her waistseveral times. She kicked her long legs every time her skirt rose,pretending she was a cancan girl. That was one of her favourite bedroomgames; she often danced before her mirror with her skirt up to herchin. The very thought of showing off her.