What is wrong with me? I roll over onto my back. ‘I know what’s wrong with you…you’re a freak.’ I laughed out loud at me talking to myself....I am not talking about outwardly freaky but sexually freaky. I love all things kinky. The wilder the better. So, you would think I would have hundreds of guys lining up outside my door? NOOOOOO. They all run for the hills when they realize how I like to have sex. I can’t help it, though. I feel like I shouldn’t have to hide myself from the things I like,. Some good boxing scenes though." And, are you beefing up any yet? Let me feel your triceps." Yeah, I'm doing okay." Well then maybe I'll just feel up something else." Careful, you know I am driving here." Here!" What?" We're here! As in, pull over already and park it!"In my recklessness to follow my sister's directions, not to mention that her hand was halfway down my pants, I nearly put the car up onto the lawn of the house we had been driving to for so long. But I was able to straighten the. She had long arms and legs, big hands and feet, a nose like a hawk and a laugh like a startled mule. Her dark hair was completely untamable despite her continuous efforts and collection of fancy combs. She could carry eight or ten tankards at one time and keep a running tab in her head for a score of fast-drinking customers. She enjoyed ribaldry, but did not like to be casually handled in the tavern. I saw her swat down more than one ruffian who made a grab for her breast or buttocks, and then. The seven guys sat back drinking beer and watched with pleasure at the sexy bodies swaying and dancing in front of them. All of them were hard but they were too busy ogling the gorgeous women that they didn't give a damn to acknowledge each other. "Dude, take that apron off, you look like a complete tool." Turning away from the grill Derek faced Travis who held his beer pointed at him. "The females aren't getting close with you wearing that shit!"Derek stared down at his clichéd "kiss the cook".