Wife Sarah was a very sexy a****l, but we couldn,t afford babies so it was the pill and worrying that at times she,d forget to,take it so late periods... could be worrying. When she was really sexy she,d put on the tightest minidress she possessed with no bra(she has magnificent 40D cup boobs) and crotchless fishnet tights and high heels with just the right amount of makeup. We,d then either wallk or get a taxi to a public house we normally Didn,t patronise so hopefully no one there knew us and. "We were ushered into his apartment, Nick was pushed into a chair, and suddenly the men tied him to it. I was pushed into the center of the room. All the men but the big one sat around the room, he stood in front of me and smiled. "Be nice to us and you get to take your friend and go home after the party, if not, well lets not talk about that."I was shaking with fear, this man looked very mean and I believed his warning about if I wasn't nice to them. "I'll be nice, what would you like me to. After the brouhaha died down some, I started thinking about what was supposed to happen to me after I eliminated George. By then, Feleena had come running into the cantina. She saw me, rushed over and kissed me fiercely. As I held her in my arms, I suddenly recalled that according to the legend embodied by the song, Tyler Ringo McGuinn safely made his getaway via the back door and rode off on a horse. It wasn’t until the next day that he met his end. I could relax for the moment, but tomorrow. Mr. Huge was fuckin’ enormous. He had his towel draped over one shoulder, no doubt because it wouldn’t have been big enough to close around his hips. Apart from his large stomach and limbs, his moobs were massive. Mr. Huge had a jowly handsome face. He was bald on top of his head, but his facial hair was extraordinary. He had an epic moustache, but no hair below his bottom lip. His lamb chop, let’s call them mutton chop sideburns were luxuriantly bushy, making his face look even broader than it.