" He laughed, and I could not stop myself from listening to the richness of his laugh. "Fine," he agreed and downed his drink like he was drinking mil.... Where did all that liquor go? He came along, like he always did. All he needed was a bed, and I knew very well that once he hit it, it would night-night for him. I did not mind taking care of him like this. I loved him. If I couldn't have him the way I wanted, I was satisfied to have him as my friend. We reached the hotel room, where he. 'How old are you', she asks me, '16 maam', I reply, and she smiles again, 'I think sixteen for a boy is a delicious age, and she lift one of the lids and puts it aside, to reveal a ten inch bratwurst, she picks it up and looks at me, before putting it into her mouth and performing a simulated sex act with it.'You ever have a blow-job like this honey', I shook my head in the affirmative, the thought of putting my cock into Jennifer Aniston's mouth was too much to contemplate, but she way ahead. But no, she had to go allout. Hire co-workers to flesh it all out. But a moment later I didn'tcare anymore. This dance felt magical and the feeling grew with each stepI took.At that moment I ignored a lot of things.There was a small pang of annoyance at my sister.All-natural my ass as floating lights appeared.She must have hired some special effects guy to flesh out the ceremony.But you know what? Fuck it.I was so committed to the role they could have dropped a pink elephantinto the circle and. Firstly the music. Secondly as result at a flash of million memories.Thirdly from this romantic short erotic encounter, like from a famous novel which won world wide amazing attention."Sir, You do look like Frits van der Ploeg! Did you perhaps live here for some years, much more many years back?" Well by Jove, I am indeed!" (Influence of his father G. J. van der Ploeg, who spoke no other tonguesbut was good at quotes, like all of us after him, the power of the words spoken, in the 'Tale of.