She was better looking than most of her friends. She was in fact beautiful. She had performed on a few television commercials and modeled clothing for...a while. Her husband had been her photographer-manager until the horrible crash that took his life.There was plenty of money and she had no financial worries. And although she had been a widow for five years, she had no desire to return to work. She was too old to model anyway, she knew.Sabrina was tall, slender, and the fashion of the day was. Karim didn’t move.He wore the same elastic-waist shorts for sleeping as did Kamil. Kamil pulled them down exposing the top half of Karim’s rounded buttock’s cheeks and continued his gentle kneading. He leaned down and kissed the small of Karim’s back and moved, running the tip of his tongue down the exposed cleft in Karim’s buttocks. He rose up and resumed the gentle massaging of Karim’s back, again pulling down the waistband of Karim’s shorts.Karim raised his hips, letting Kamil pull the. She looked him up and down bodily, and then pictured him in a pink peewee athletic cup. Her resulting snicker caused the poor Marine to wink hopefully."Tiffany," she was startled by the AI speaking to her."Yes," her response was a bit shaky. Could the AI read her mind about the tiny jock thought?"Please place your hand on the back of your collar. You should feel a larger link."Reaching up, Tiffany felt the area. It came off and stuck to her finger. Pulling her hand forward, she looked at the. My buddy Dave's parents went out of town every weekend so usually Dave, our friend Kyle and I would sc**** together enough money for a case or two of cheap beer and maybe a few bottles of Mad Dog and spend the weekend getting drunk and smoking the pot that we grew back in the swamp. This day was no different, or at least that's how the day started.We'd been drinking and smoking for a few hours when our friend Henry showed up with his little sister Carole. Henry lived in the next town over and.