Just one moment." There was a muffled noise at the other end of the line as the clerk laid the phone on the desk and moved away from it. Kevin reached...in his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, taking out and lighting it while he was waiting. He would see how efficient Jean had had her friends be. This would be the first thing her father would have checked. If it was verified then he would do nothing else. What could he do? One had to believe official documents He tensed for a moment as. Angela's eyes flickered over his rippling chest muscles. She made her eyes go to his shaggy brown hair, but even that made her loins tingle."Do I get to see your titties again?" asked Dub hopefully."They're not titties, Dub," she said patiently. "They're called breasts." Or boobs," he said. "That's what you called them. Do I get to see your boobs again?"Normally, Angela would have been disgusted with a man who was so blatantly transparent in his lust. For some reason, though, Dub seemed. Eventually Nikki produced a contract stating terms favorable enough for me to be eager to sign. In the meantime, Lisa went off to the kitchen to finish the dinner preparations.When we sat down before plates, it was an incredibly delicious dinner, complete with another pour of wine. We were all just pushed back from the table well sated, when suddenly Nikki and Lisa were bounding out of their chairs and ushering us back into the livingroom, spacing us on the sofa before they went back and. The building of Little Big Land, an indoor playground for AB's, DL's, and diapered sissies. With help of my well-endowed staff, AB-friends with architectural skills and our dirty little minds, I purchased an old sports center, and turned it into the wet dream of anyone who hadn't lost their inner (small) c***d.Little Big Land, as it was called (though there weren't any signs on the building, to keep it concealed for those who didn't understand), consisted of three different playgrounds. There.