" Oh my god! Can I have your autograph?!" Naturally." Chaz scrawls his stage name onto her flier and she hops up and flashes a sexy smile."Can I have ... kiss Mr. Romero?" I have no problem with that." Chaz leans up and kisses the lady passionatly, swirling his tongue around hers. She screams and runs to her friends who laugh at her excitement.Chaz grins and pulls out of the lot and is halfway up the Boulevard when he notices Marie staring at him. Crap. He'd forgotten about her for a moment.He. The light glows across your naked back, highlighting every smooth curve and firm muscle of your body. With your head up and eyes closed, you are intently working at something between your open legs. As he quietly and slowly nears your bedside, he breathes the aroma of you filling the room. A sweet scent of passion. He approaches, hearing your soft moans of pleasure...and sees your face, intent on nothing more than the ecstasy you are creating for yourself. Your lips are drawn, your cheeks. Two perfect spheres barely touching, beckoning to be groped.She held out her arms and the midget turned waddling in between her thighs pressing her huge breast into her stomach. She loved the way some midgets walked because of their thick thighs. She knew from the outside that some people laughed at that but she considered it adorable and extremely sexy; part of her midget fetish.She kissed her warmly getting a passionate response as her fat little arms cradled her neck. She reached for that. The only differences between them are their clothes, and the manner in which the hold themselves. The newcomer looks as though he has been ground down by the weight of expectations that he has failed to meet. His shoulders are slumped, his face is numb, and his limbs dangle listlessly. By contrast, the young man from the farmhouse, while not overflowing with vigor, seems to have an quiet mirth to him. It's as if he is in on a joke, that he knows that no one else will enjoy. His gaze is sharp,.