He lost. Today. I am twenty-five today. I have taken the day off and my father gave me a party at Fridays. I have all these balloons tied to my wrist ...nd one of the waitresses actually kissed me. This happens from time to time from women who don’t know my background. I am pretty good looking if I do say so myself. Oh, my name is Gerald Myers. Yes, the Gerald Myers who was tried for murdering his mother when he was eleven years old. I go home with dad. Dad asks me, ‘What you going to do with the. Your perfectly shaped body, your soft sweet exterior, yet dominant being, making me beg, wanting more of you but getting nothing. Unable to handle myself, squirming with every one of your soft spoken words, shuddering at every touch, wonder, hoping that just maybe, it will never end. Longing for your touch, your voice, your soft spoken words being wrapped around my throat suffocating in your intoxicating presence. The constant glares you give me, ripping me apart, making me stare at the. She also had a big ol butt, and very pretty, slenderish (compared to the rest of her) feet. Well the day came to meet, and upon meeting at the pre-agreed upon destination (a public type campground and park) we found it to be extremely crowded as there were a couple of vans from the senior center, a handful of fishermen, and 2 or 3 families cooking out. We did manage to hike into some nearby woods and found a quiet spot where we played around a little bit. Both us men gnawed and sucked her big. Taking the hint, I hefted each one, gently massaging them with my fingers while nibbling her ear. She shrugged the blouse from her shoulders, letting it slide to the floor. Taking a step forward, she whispered, “Unsnap me, Professor.” Fumbling with both hands, I managed to get the four closures undone, letting the bra follow the blouse to the floor. “Stunning!” I said mouth agape at the reflection before me. “Absolutely stunning!” She unzipped her plaid skirt, stepped out of it and stood.