She lifted her hand to caress my cheek as she replied, “I’m Kaliopi.”Content with that answer, I leaned in to rest my head on her shoulder. She ...ept stroking me, my cheek, my hands, my arms, my thigh. There was a long moment of silence, until I lifted my head to look at her one more time. She had a somewhat Slavonic face – with the big nose I always liked in Slavonic girls – and long, very straight black hair, and judging by the wrinkles on her face she was in her mid-40s. Suddenly I realized I. By the smile on his face I knew he was getting happy by what he felt what was growing through my pants. I asked Ray if he was free this evening and if so what time does he get out of work. He turned and said no he wasnt free. I was a little down but things change to get me happy. Ray pulled out my cock and started to lick and tongue ever growing cock. Taking all 8 of me inside his thirsty mouth. It felt so good. I just wanted to pull over but continued to drive Ray to his job. as we got closer. The goal was clear.Each Friday a new short story and the rest of the time channeled intothe next "Undesirable Classes" story. So far it is working out. I amcurious how the future will change things. (In other words how it will&$%# me over next.)***** [B] Notes to specific stories ********** [B.001] A jar full of Pixie *****"Pixies" was from the start designed as a pilot for a series. Not thatI intended to write a series, but I drew inspiration from pilotepisodes of various tv series. I wanted. "Dear readers, anyone who plays in a band will tell you that it is inevitable, no matter where you play out, there is always someone who "plays," and they have one heart's desire, to sit in and fuck your rhythm up beyond all recognition. Me and the guys rehearse endlessly to get the sound just right. Please remember that. Don't ask. "He's a bit of a Floyd freak, too. Maybe he could sit in for a song or two?" At least Mark didn't ask. The guy who put $1200 bucks in my pocket and sprung for.