"See."Zed looked at his reflection and was taken aback by the image. Smoothface, colored and lined eyelids, long hair, and now an earring held upby M...dya's hand."I... I can't. I don't have pierced ears," he said softly."We can take care of that here!" Calya said."Yes, lets," Medya said.The vendor nodded his agreement, eager for a sale. Zed looked from thefaces of his two friends, to the vendor, to the earring in his hand,then back to the mirror."Will it hurt?" he asked in a meek voice.A few. He changed them every year because he loved the variety. Some have been known to stick around for two years, and that’s only because they were actually good at their job. This time he got a red head, and damn she was fucking hot. He knew she was hired from the time she sashayed into his office with her 5’4 hourglass frame, 34Cs, tight round ass, killer legs, and naturally fiery red hair. Feeling his balls tighten, he grabbed a fist full of Kristen’s hair and groaned. “I’m coming baby.” “Oh. Sandy was eighteen years old and was to graduate from high school soon. My wife was twenty-five years old. They were both about five feet six inches tall and about a hundred and ten pounds. They had brown shoulder length hair, B-cup breasts, and they both love to tease the hell out of me sexually.One day Sandy was lying on the couch when I entered the room. She was on her side with her knees together watching television. Her short miniskirt had rode up her hips and ass nicely exposing her. It was to be a celebration, an anniversary of sorts, and a new beginning. Mary and I began dating two years ago, a few months after my wife of twenty-two years decided she had extracted everything she needed from our marriage, and successfully sued for divorce.Coincidently, at about the time I became single, Mary's husband, who was into outdoor sports, undertook an outing in the Rockies, involving extreme skiing. It seems that, on his way downhill, he tried unsuccessfully to pass through a.