”“No it’s not that big, it’s supposed to fit inside a girl.”“Maybe but I’m too young, an older girl but I’m not grown enough, your way...to big.”“Let me turn the light on and you can see how big it isn’t.”“NO! I don’t want to see it. I can feel it pushing between my thighs. We shouldn’t even be doing this. This is the last time I let you talk me into getting naked. I think it’s perverted.”“It’s not perverted, it’s what boys and girls do.”“Maybe when they are older. We aren’t old enough yet.”“Yes. We were going to be the most overdressed couple in the Crab Shack, no contest, unless maybe they were hosting a wedding party. She looked fantastic. Purple silk sheath dress, perfectly matching purple leather high heeled sandals, sheer off-black stockings, her hair up and falling sideways framing her face, and just immeasurably gorgeous.“Shit.”“That bad, huh?”I started laughing. “Horse crap. You know how stunningly gorgeous you are! Stop it! Damn, Willie, you’re a pretty girl. I’m a lucky guy. Wo boli to kamal to kuch hua hi nahi.Chaho to kamal ab kar sakte h maine kaha matlab.Tab wo boli mere pati business man h aur is karan adhiktar bahar hi rehte aur jab hote b h to tention k karam kuch nahi kar pate.Meri pyaas adhuri h.Jab maine pehli bar tumhe apni chuchi ko ghurte hue dekha main tab se tumse sambandh banana chahti thi.Mera lund khada ho chuka tha unki najar pahuchi to unhone bade pyar se meri jip kholi aur use bahar nikala aur bade hi madak tarike se chuma.Main to sabkuch bhul. 'Her' is the rumored new girl that's lighting up the usually dim and boring strip club you frequent. Long brunette hair, lit with red streaks, deep chocolate eyes that burn holes into the usually stingy customers' wallets. Most importantly, she had long legs, tight abs, and an ass that no man could rightfully not talk about.You take your seat towards the front of the stage. A blonde bartender walks up and hands you your usual- a straight vodka shot.You take it down, knowing you need to at least.