Sorry, but it looks like you got beat."Joe decided to take his troubles to his stepmother. "Pam! I, uh? I knowwhat I want for my birthday." Well, fina...ly. It's just five days away. I've been asking for a list theentire summer! Well, what've you got?" It's, well, uh? I want boobs!"Pamela was taken aback. She had thought implants were a punishment, not areward."Pleasepleasepleaseplease! I'll take really good care of them, Ipromise!" Hmmm? Breasts, huh? I think I can arrange that. But only because. “YES!” she screamed out, as I continued to pump and fast speeds, this time with two more inches going in her. After a few more pumps, I took one more deep stroke and stopped. I needed a rest. I had been humping her at blinding speeds and we both needed to catch out breath.“Damn, you’re tight,” I was able to say before we made out a little.“Damn, you’re big,” She said right back. “Can I go on top?”Before I could reply, she caught me by surprise and threw me on the bed. As I turned around she. The kid somehow climbed up over the top of the upstairs railing that ran around the landing above our main floor entrance. We were all sitting in the living room and heard him scream. Glancing up, we all saw his little body falling and then somehow his foot caught in the bottom gap in the railing. He was left hanging twelve feet above a hard tiled floor. As we all rushed to pull the little bugger to safety, we all remarked on how extraordinarily miraculous his deliverance was. I privately. ‘Are you sure, Ryan? Sure you don’t mind?’ ‘I’m fine with it. You don’t snore, do you?’ A smile peaked through her sad face. ‘No, not that I’m aware of. Do you?’ ‘Not that I’m aware of either.’ Seventy blocks later, we were there at the Neptune, a fifteen-story high-rise. After taking the elevator to the eleventh floor, we dropped our luggage on the bed, opened the sliding glass doors and went out on the balcony. ‘What a fantastic view,’ Coleen said, leaning over the railing, her long hair.