Her tits were smaller than Laura’s, but they were perfect for her body. Any guy would notice her, and I did my best not to pay too much attention to...her.Keeping a long story short, Laura and I got married after we graduated from college. We made many trips to her hometown, and always stayed at her parent’s house. By that time, the only sister living in the house was Angie. We got to know each other really well and slowly built up a close relationship over the years. We shared more and more. Just that little zoom in right at the end that k**ney punches you. Two alleged Turkish pilots, who the story goes were taken from the wreckage of a shot down fighter plane, are dragged from a cage, shaven headed in de rigueur orange jumpsuits, shackled and chained, and made to crawl on their knees. Leading them like recalcitrant dogs on a double lead is the presumed leader of the group, a chubby decadent heavily bearded and dressed in battle fatigues and head scarf. He delivers a monologue to. Jess wanting to make me comfortable started to explain his relationship with Timmy.It seems Timmy was orphaned after his parents were tracically killed by a drunk driver and he, being a single gay man and Timmy’s Uncle, took the boy in at the age of 8 and well, he explained, he too was seduced by the pretty boy’s charms and before to long they were both experimenting, Timmy learing of his “mind of its own” willy and Jess of how erotic a young boys erections were especially as he had to wash the. Then I progressed to pressing a little harder, more like going from making little depressions in play-doh to making large dents and hollows, as if one were trying to smooth and knead it flat without a rolling pin. I had no idea where this would lead. Indeed, I wasn’t looking for it to lead anywhere, it just felt… somewhat… mmmm… keep doing that… now my fingers were on my inner lips… oh weird! I felt wet! Yuck! Immediately I sniffed my fingers, worried I’d peed myself. But it didn’t smell like.