Funny Face started riding a motorcycle as soon as she got her license. She wore a one-piece leather riding outfit that was nearly a second skin, and a... full face helmet. When she would get off her bike at a store and walk in every man would turn and look until she removed her helmet. Then everything would get very quiet as they turned back to what they were doing. It was in her Senior year at Prom time when nominations were going in for Prom Queen. Bobby Jenson yelled out, ‘Funny Face!’ Of. “I don’t know, Jim; you’ve seen our room, I don’t think I could spend a whole summer in that room, let alone live there.”“I saw the plans for the new suites. They are almost three times the size of our room. There are two bedrooms and a large great room with a functional kitchen and a living room. A large counter separates the living room from the kitchen. There’s also a full bathroom. Best of all, both bedrooms and the living room have sliding glass doors that open onto a wrap-around balcony. Perhaps Big Beaver was named after someone like Fletch. Her muff could have used a weed whacker it was so covered in hair. But that was no big deal to me. I was too busy admiring how cute tiny tits can be. After all I was used to blockbuster mams not teardrops and bee stings. But Fletch had some flashy looking nipples to go with them too. I worked them until they were nice and hard.Right then I knew skinny Fletch was ready for some deep loving. My manhood plowed through her big beaver. Thirty eight million ... thirty nine ... FORTY." Any more bids ... anyone?"Silence. I slammed the hammer down."SOLD!!"I pointed my hammer to a well known property agent on my right with a phone held to her head.That was the last property sale. It had been a significant success. I walked around the crowd as they stood having a drink at our expense. I saw the agent, Lee, who had successful bought the property. She was an old friend, and was standing quietly, smiling at me. I walked over to chat..