I told him my tight asshole was still sore from the last time I met him.Samuel smiled again, saying today he would taste just a piece of my cunt. He t...ok his shirt off as he moved away to take a lube bottle.I asked him why he needed lube and he said today it would be hard for me and I would need some extra lubrication… I got a bit scared, but also excited as I heard his words.He pulled my yoga pants out from my ankles and I stood naked from my waist to my feet. Samuel said I looked even sexier. On the back I'd done the same, except spelled "A-men". The logo had three meanings:"Angelman", like "Superman" or "Spiderman"."A man", as in the sentence, "I am a man." Amen", the end of a Christian prayer (or possibly even the ancient Egyptian god).The ambiguity was a little mind-game, adding to the whole thing being a mind-game. The costume was obviously a costume, so a little joke would help make it seem reasonable.I stood dressed in my outfit, using a sight blob to look at myself from all. What are you up to today?”“About that, I was wondering if my friend Ashley could come over. We probably won’t go anywhere. Just take a swim and lay out in the backyard.”“Who’s Ashley?”“I don’t think you’ve ever met her. I just met her last semester. She’s in a few of my classes, and we get along great.”“No problem. I’ll try to stay out of your way. I know that two 19-year-old girls don’t want old Uncle Jim hanging around.”“Whatever.”At around noon there was a knock at the door. Jennifer was in. Kelly had just returned from the bathroom and had inher hands, what looked like two jellyfish. "What are they for?" I borrowed them from work," she stuttered, avoiding eye contact. "Tosee if a boob job was a good idea." This excuse sounded lame, obviouslyeven to Kelly, as she had as near perfect breasts as I had ever seen.Having surgery on them would have been sacrilege. She slipped one eachinto the bra-cups in the Basque and rearranged them until they matched."Jesus, They're cold," I.