One Friday came around like usual. I got home from work, took a shower and settled in front of the TV with a few beers. The lads wanted me to hit the ...own, but I wasn’t ready yet. I didn’t mind a few drinks with friends, but the boys seemed to think the best way to get over my divorce was to get laid. I wasn’t ready for a fling. What I was ready for was a take-out, and settling down to some of my favourite movies. Maybe a wank before bed if was feeling horny.Life was simple and drama-free. Then. " Before this i visited a shop for party things and bought a contact ldnses that looks like blind eyes and special glue making elastic membranes. The problem with lenses was not able to see a much through them,especially with lack of light. To feel herselfs safe she talked me to not be hidden in dark roob but sit near of her and sometimes keep her hand in my fingers.i was agreed and ask"could i touch a penis of her future bull?"She answered that i have to ask him first,for her that is ok even. Christine and Heidi could not have been more different from one another. Christine was about my size, thin, and cute in a mousy sort of way. She had long straight brown hair that hung half way down her back and wore dark rimmed glasses. I always liked her, but not in a sexual way. She was just a school friend.On the other hand, Heidi was tall -- close to six feet -- and full figured with more than her share of womanly curves. She had short blond hair and was not really pretty; she had more of a. I am sure many of them knew, though. I had never met Tara, odd for our small village. She never went to the bars or around town much. Tara had on a sweater that did nothing to hide her full bust, and a pair of stained blue jeans. She wore shoes that were heavy like a man’s, functional. Her hair was tied back tightly, black as coal but clean looking. Not a fancy woman like one might see in a nightclub in the city a hundred miles inland. Beautiful, no doubt about that. She looked to be 30 or so,.