"And that I am assuming that risk for a purpose I deem sufficiently valuable to warrant doing so? Unless, of course, you are serious in challenging my...sanity. Are you?" Again he waited, demanding a response with his silence."No, sir, of course not." The sergeant's voice was thoroughly chastened."Good," said Igwanda briskly. "I do indeed recognize that the risk is not solely to myself and was, before your outburst, intending to consult with Dr. Meiersdottir. As with your permission"—a bit of. The ride slowly built up speed, as the lights became a blur. The carnival music completely drowned out the sounds of the crowd and the animals in their stalls under the darkening moonlit sky. Cindy would reach up on occasion and try to grab a ring. As she stood up in the stirrups her T-shirt would ride up her back and her nipples would press against the cloth, which was the only thing holding them back. She was all smiles and giggles. We went around a few times and as the music and lights wound. He uses the other hand to start undoing the buttons on my shirt. He gets half way down then stops. He glides the shirt over my shoulders and down my arms, trapping them with the shirt. He is softly kissing my shoulders now, murmuring something I can't make out. I start to tingle. Everywhere. My whole body is on fire. He uses his hands and releases my bra. My nipples are already hard, and when he takes them in his hands and squeezes them I moan my pleasure. I arch back against him, begging for. You can look a whole lotbetter with a little more makeup and some pretty clothes!" I just don't understand, I thought I was just an average guy!" I don't mean to hurt your feelings little sister, but you were neveran average guy. Too thin, your face was too smooth, and you were a biton the short side."Mark didn't reply, deep inside he knew it was just a dream for him tobe a macho guy but he never thought he looked anything like he did now!"Don't let it bother you though," Sheila said trying to.