Her hair could not have been thicker, richer, darker, or more lustrous. The slight hints of age at the corner of her eyes and her mouth were the only ...igns of imperfection, and they mostly just served as a reminder of her years of experience. We practically fell over a few times as we made our way to my room. It didn't take but a few moments for us to rip each other's clothes off. As promised, I took the time to show my appreciation for just about every part of her delicious body. Her ankles. “How much you’ve got?”“We got three,” replied Joe. So that takes care of all men, he thought.“What should I do with the cook Uncle Joe?” asked John from kitchen. John Smith, a 17-year-old 5’8” tall skinny kid, is Joe’s older sister’s only son. His father was a cowhand, died in a stampede. His mother got married again and her new husband didn’t want a readymade kid. Therefore, he is hanging around with Joe, learning the ways of life.“Bring him here.” Joe replied.[Chapter 3]Five or six minutes. I knew that my roommates were very cool guys. In the past couple of months we had shared a lot of stories, many of which included the typical sexual exploits that most teens boast and brag about. I also knew that 50% of what they told me were lies and the other 50% never happened. Of course, that is with most 16/17 year olds --- all talk, little action --- especially when they get with a group of guys that are trying to outdo each other.In all of our talks late at night, I could tell that their. ” I did. The dogwas on its back, its hind legs splayed as I put myfinger down there timidly, gently stroking its hairysheath. Karl closed my hand down over the hairy sheathand made me stroke it. His voice was hoarse. I couldtell he was really getting into this. It was a veryintense moment. My heart was beating wildly. I was afraid the dog wouldbite. “Now kiss it!” Like Enzo, I was trained to obeyhim. I had several glasses of wine and I was pretty highon marijuana. Nothing.