"What are you doing?" she yelled moving away."What do you mean? You're my girlfriend and you're supposed to let me touch you. I don't mind if you touc... me." I don't like it," she added crossing her arms over her chest."Come on, Heather, don't be like that. Loosen up, here, have some more wine." Take me home," she demanded, standing."Heather, why are you acting like that? You know I really like you and want to be your boyfriend. And I think you like me, don't you?" I asked and waited for her. Then she looked up and saw what Ellen and Ken were wearing and decided that this occasion might be the exception.Ken's (long? Had it always been that long?) brown hair was tied back with a leather thong, and there was a gold circlet on his brow. His torso was bare and he was wearing tight leather pants and calf-high boots. Damn he was nicely built. Her eyes widened as Eric, bigger and more muscular than any man she'd ever seen, stood there in boots and a leather loin cloth, his skin shining as. Coming from a strict, Roman Catholic background, doing porn of any kind wasn’t going to sit well with her folks. Phoebe didn’t know how even to broach the subject. Her mother had assumed she would pursue a musical career in one form or another. Realistically, she could make a few hundred thousand pounds if she was successful, but she knew that her genre was already at market maximum. Those in the music industry, even the ones who believed in her said she was five or six years late on the scene.. Jenni entered the house, and the masked man couldn't believe his eyes, this twelve year old was simply astonishing, she was wearing her red and white cheerleader uniform and for the pictures (and to make her legs look more tanned) she also wore nylons. She was taller than Maria, and slender, her young tits not quite full size just yet, but about plum sized. Her legs, as has been noted were long and slender, and with the short cheerleader skirt and nylons they looked absolutely stunning."Well.