What were you trying to do?" This probably wasn't the best approach to take, but I was puzzled and curious. Jane didn't answer, but her lower lip star...ed to quiver, a sure sign that tears were about to be shed. Kate reached over and hugged her to her. Then, they both got up and left the living room. I looked over at Bill. I needed to blame someone for all of this, and Bill seemed a good choice at the time. Bill put both of his hands up in front of himself, like he was trying to keep something. “Ya—I aint measured----”I cut off in mid sentence, then jumped for my room again. I fished out my tape from the gear bag—been meaning to do this for a couple of weeks now. After a sec, I kinda loudly exclaim “fuck”, and walk back to the living room. Dad smirking, says “so what did you get”? I flash a big proud smile and proclaim “six an a half around---and my head is 7”. Dad gets a look of astonishment on his face, and softly utters “You dick head is 7” around”? Proudly I come back with “Ya—big. She stared as Peter stopped and knelt upright. He shoved his pants down his thighs further and crawled between Lauren’s outstretched legs. “Oh, baby, I want you so bad!” he exclaimed.This was enough for Lauren to focus her eyes and see what was in the offing. Normally she would have demanded a good fucking, but tonight she was performing for her young friend upstairs. “No!” she replied, “No, I told you, I’m waiting until we’re married!”“Oh, baby, I’m going nuts! I’m going to explode!” whined. "I guess these last three were the most inspired of the bunch." Out on the ice rink?" Johnson queried, looking over the rink. There was clothing strewn everywhere, all soaking in about an inch or two of water."Yes, according to some witnesses, one of the skaters made a triple lutz in practice and pulled soccer stunt, sliding on her knees and pulling off her top. Not as well built as the now famous soccer player, this one didn't wear a sports bra, just a set of 32 A-s hovering in the light," And.