The reality is that heroes and heroines come in all shapes and sizes. There are heroes who are short and wiry, others who are big and tall, and still ...ome who are of average build. Some heroes are bald. There are heroines who are plain looking and even a few who are just plain ugly. Believe it or not, some heroes and heroines have pot-bellies. Heroism isn’t a physical characteristic.Despite our expectations to the contrary, heroes and heroines do not always act like heroic figures. The man who. It hurts because we were so close as kids. Popularity killed our relationship I think. I walked past Colin’s room and saw both couples were under separate covers loosely watching a movie, talking, and making out. I hated Lindsay for what he got to do with my brother. I was about to walk past when I heard what they were talking about. “Dude, we totally need to do that shit tomorrow! Get wasted and go on a hayride!” Colin’s friend Henry suggested. I gotta admit, he was a sexy black man. I’m not. " I sat on the tiles chewing on mydummy teat, my frothy petties rustling around me while she packed afresh bottle of juice in my diaper bag and a couple of clean bibbies. Icould see it was already bulging with nappies and baby panties for me,and I wondered where my buxom cousin intended taking me? I hadn'tnoticed the white leather toddler harness on the chair next to thediaper bag, but I recognised the humiliating child restraint when shepicked it up. I sucked my dum-dums harder in fear. She. Shalini’s desperation was evident from her loud moans and leaking pussy.Soon she hit her g-spot, and Shalini’s pussy felt the same unusual pleasure making it pulsate and squeeze itself. It was slowly gearing up one more time for an explosion. Yasmin felt the pulse and increased the invasion. Two fingers quickly multiplied to four as the pussy was stretched to the max.Not an ounce of energy was left inside Shalini, yet she continued moaning. Suddenly the fingers disappeared, and Shalini felt a.