What I needed was an edge, something to even out the odds, but I didn't have the brains to know what that may be. I got off my bed and looked out of t...he window. It was a dark night but movement across the street caught my eye. Someone was moving in Mrs White's front garden. Now Mrs white is also a babe, although old at least thirty but she still turns heads were ever she goes. I grabbed my digital camera and headed for the front door. My god it was Wayne from down the street, he was looking. She had discovered that a fetish-minded group of male perverts were addicted to mature female backsides with that capitulation to gravity and the drooling pleasure-seekers tended to pound her flesh hard in a standing position just to feel the way her ass cheeks bounced with a mind of their own. In all honesty, she didn’t get too much from the experience, but she noticed the fetish obsessed pack drained joyfully when she stood in cooperative compliance. It was at least satisfying to feel hard. ”Suzi said, “Because you wouldn’t make a ruling. Brad, if you’re going to be in charge of your sister, you have to be able to say no to her.”“I do say no. Just yesterday she wanted me to tie her up and blindfold her. I said, No way, sis.”Joey said, “And how long did that last?”Brad shrugged and said, “I told her she’d have to ask Tim.”I said, “Thanks.”“Man, don’t be like that. I don’t know if this new fantasy thing she’s having over that shit is a good thing or not. You’re the one with the. As I said, I'm a handsome cuss--false modesty ishypocritical--but that fucking mole mars my looks. It's the one thingimperfect about my countenance. It's not big, and, thank God, it's nothairy, but it draws the eye--or, at least, it draws my eye--like amagnet. It's an insult to the handsome features of my otherwise perfectface, as much a cause for lamentation as the biggest, darkest purplefacial birthmark or harelip or scar that ever spoiled a man's otherwisehandsome face, and I longed, all my.