" You just like my boobs, that's all. Wanna touch them, it's all right, go ahead, god, I'm jacking you off, why not?"His hands were immediately on me,...squeezing, feeling, petting, fondling. It was obvious that my boobs were a big hit with my little brother. And, honestly, his dick was kind of a hot thing with me, it felt really exciting and doing it was fun.It was even more than fun, it was damn sexy. Yeah, my little brother, I know, I know, but it was.And, then, when he started to groan and. I guessed that she stood about 5'3". Her hair was short and unkempt, and she looked to be about thirty."Hello," she said to me. "My name is Juniper. May I suck on your dick?"Assuming that the question was rhetorical, she took my phallus in her hands and pulled my foreskin back and forth across the tip. I moaned, as in agony, but she knew how to interpret that sound. She licked the head, and then put the whole shaft down her throat. She commenced to make her mouth imitate a vagina with more. . puffs? What do you take off of a cigar again? You wonder how you even made it to the position of Chief Editor at i-Ballz in the first place. It was all a big blur at this point.You only know that you are the only person in the world you know to still smoke cigars. And that's because you're an "eccentric". Or at least, that is the persona you present to the world. Complete with your pocket watch and pimp cane. It was the way you had learned to cope with your ridiculous name.You're standing. ‘Early this morning, my father and I quarreled something fierce. We’d been arguing quite a bit lately. Poor Greta has been in the middle of it all, she’s heard everything. This morning we fought at breakfast and I got so upset with him that I just left.’ She paused. ‘And when I came back he was dead.’ ‘Any thoughts on who could’ve shot him?’ I asked. Mimi shook her head. ‘I don’t know. He was such a sweet man, really. I know we argued a lot, but deep down I loved him. But…I fear that Greta and.