. despite what you might think ... I'm not crazy."This time the smile was broad and perhaps with a tinge of relief. We were back on solid ground."Just...for the record," I said quietly, "it isn't about fame. It's about reputation and the baggage that is carried with it."She looked at me curiously, wondering, I suppose, what I was talking about."Reputations are largely about rumour. You know, second or third or fourth-hand information. The farther they get from the source, the farther they get. .They all stopped conversation. Staring at me, recognizing the expression in my eyes, and realizing that there was a chance at more than just a cup of sperm in a sterile container. And then came the posturing. All of their breasts seemed to inflate almost instantly into perfect, handful D-cups; able to encompass my resting hand's grasp with ease. But Clarice (who had vowed that I would fuck her first) decided to up the ante. I saw her aureoles press forward towards me, as her breasts lengthened. I knew you were coming over and decided that to keep occupied I would chop some wood and keep busy-already my mind was filled with thoughts of how later we would be and the night ahead was to provide untold and new pleasures as we got to know each others likes and desires-would you be wearing that black negligee or those amazing stocking and suspendors I wondered and hoped.And how long before we got into bed from the moment you arrived-I was alreadt horny and had been all day but resisted the. The kisses extended to new parts of each other’s bodies as the pile of clothing on the suite’s chair grew.“Here or the bedroom?” Brad asked.“Oh, the bedroom is so far away,” Kat teased. “Let’s just use the sofa and see what that’s like.”Seconds later as Kat lay back and welcomed him, Brad sank his steely shaft deep into her wet box as she moaned into her first of many orgasms. She loved Brad, and one thing she knew from experience was that he could turn her on like no one else, even to the.