Curves that wont quit. Damn. Since you stepped off that plane I cant stop thinking about you." Thanks I guess." I said looking the other way. I really...was embarrassed by all this but I still ached for him. To know how he felt. To know what it was like with him..."Will you let me see more of you? Don't be shy Dal. I know you want me as much as I want you." he said putting his arms around me. First he kissed my forehead and then he came down to my lips... I gasped a little and when our lips. "You can try masturbating, if you like. But maybe you should get to practice right now."Roger took off towards the football field, looking horrified. I wondered if I had crossed the line. I had promised myself not to use my abilities for revenge. Did this count? But I soothed my conscience by reflecting that it was only temporary, and would cause him no real hardship. I had made sure that Steph would be amenable to whatever Roger wanted, so she would have no problem letting him use her. “Let me check something, Henry,” the jiggly-jugged June said, shoving her saucily sauntering set against his body, flattening her flesh, her heavy headlights against his bare stomach and then grabbing the elastic band of his swim trunks and pulling forward until she had a clear view down the front of his shorts. “Well, would you look at that! Oh, Henry, there’s no shrinkage at all! Now that is some fucking impressive fucking shit! Look at Mr. Wee Wee! He is still as fucking long as he always is. Over the last week or two, Helen had noticed too, but she wasn't all that unhappy with the situation. She was enjoying the reprieve from being regularly used by her domineering husband. The 'why' wasn't all that important to her, so she didn't ask. Helen and his sons had arrived home last night while he was out getting Lori's ass tattooed. 'Holy fuck,' Ken thought with a chuckle, 'I wonder what Andy thought of the tattoo when Lori came home?' A vivid, mental picture filled his mind, of Lori on.