. Man, they'd cheer a sack of potatoes getting flogged if it'd writhe and shriek and bleed enough. It'd be damned irresponsible to let them anywhere n...ar my tools. Like giving a loaded .45 to a toddler. They either don't have the sense to know what they're doing (or when to stop) or they simply don't care. Either way the lucky girls whose skin wasn't flailed away completely would be scarred for life instead, and I mean that literally as well as psychologically. You might think I'm crazy to say. Fantasizing! I have lost count of how many times I fantasized about my friends over the years, but the number must be up there with picturing myself sharing an intimate moment with a studly canine. When they first discovered the true nature of my writing, they bugged me for days, wanting to know which of my many published fantasies were about them. But I never told them. There are just some things that are better kept secret. This fantasy is the only one they will ever have concrete proof is. "The two men laughed and said hello in a friendly sort of way, but never took their eyes off my legs as they did so. Anne was right. They were wondering if I gave blowjobs! Standing there in a skirt and blouse, stockings, suspenders and bra, make-up, my new hair style and looking at these two expectant horny men, I made the decision that I did give blowjobs and I'd be giving these two men a bloody good blowjob very soon. Well, why not, I thought. The idea of sucking a man's cock while dressed. "The stairs are too narrow," Seth insisted. "It's the only way we'll get it up there." Well, as long as it's in the baby's room before your mother gets home," Mr. Fisher replied. "She's been asking me to get this stuff out of storage for weeks." Seth rolled his eyes at that, but didn't comment. "Will you grab my tools out of the garage, Seth? I need to call your mom real quick, but if you boys want to get started, that would be great."You boys?Crap."No problem," Seth insisted. "Oh, and Mom says.