”“No way! She gave you her number?”“Yeah. It was weird. I expected her to tell me Fuck off. Or slap me and tell me Fuck off. But no.”“Mate..., I bet you’ve been fake-numbered.”“Been what now?”“Fake-numbered. I bet she gave you a fake number to get rid of you.”“Do people do that?”“All the time.”“You sure?”“Sure, man. I’ve done it myself. Hell, I did it last night to this blonde bit who kept pestering me. Look, I’m going to give Andy a call, see if he’s up for a game. See ya later.”“Yeah. Later.”The. Watching Grace in Bettie Paige style bikinis ... Nice was a word that should not have crossed my mind ... but sister did cross it and left me with blueballs.I bought a nice camera, a Zeiss Ikon, with a medium length telephoto lens and became an avid sister watcher. Grace and I are both Gymnasts, although I'm getting too tall for it.Bettie Paige style bikinis are noted for 'slippage' and catching Grace in a nipple slip was one of my favorite pastimes. After snapping through about $200.00 worth. Her panic grew! She had only heard of this, and now she was experiencing it from the wrong end! The giant was seeking her cock with the tip of her tongue! The giant was trying to align the honey sipping hole with the head of her cock! "Stop it! You can't! I, I don't want this!" It didn't matter what she wanted! The head of her swollen cock suddenly slipped into the honey extracting hole! She couldn't help herself! The tongue was not erect. This meant that the tiny puckered undilated opening was. Orders were mixed up. Food was cold. They ran out of meatballs. The soda fountains wouldn't mix the Diet Pepsi syrup with the water and CO2. One of the gas ovens wouldn't light. Mr. Murphy paid one hell of a visit.Through it all, Alan and Marissa remained calm and everything got fixed (they hoped).This was the night of their grand opening. They received a fair amount of buzz in the local press and there was a good crowd in addition to the people who had received special invitations.Alan was.