. maybe two. Me, I usually came home about eight, exhausted and tired. I ate a light supper and headed to bed. What else was there for me to do? On th... weekends, I helped with Sam's subjects in math and business. Other than that, things were the same; no sex and tired all the time, but I knew that I could see a faint light at the end of the tunnel. Little did I know that that light was the damn train that derailed my life, rather than the end of the tunnel.Things progressed well, or maybe not. ."seeing anyone?" yeah, kinda, there's this one girl i like, but she hardly notices me." why not? you're a good looking guy!" i don't know, she always goes for the bulky guys" and looking down at himself to make the point, "i'm just not that."kimmy rather daringly and with a wink and smile said, "you know, sometime big gifts come in small packages" what do you mean by that?" he asked laughingly"well imagine a slightly slender frame like yours but with a nice big cock." she responded placing. Themusic seemed to be coming from in the tent, yet there seemed to be noone around. He walked toward the tent, and found the opening, framedwith the image of a giant clown, but it was of a female clown, somethinghe had not seen before, and to add to that, this clown was not one anyparent would want for their kid's birthday party. Maybe some guy'sbachelor party more likely. The clown had huge breasts, with painted onnipples, her vagina was painted bright orange, with a green line downthe middle.. I am merely a guy that has watched you have incredible sex with three men, and now it is my turn. But, but . . . Sarah, dont over analyze this. I am just part of the procedure, nothing more. Now, slide toward me so that your head is just over the edge of the bed. In the split second before she moved, Sarahs brain processed the image of Dr. Henry transmitted by her eyes. He was an average looking man, very pale in color, particularly in comparison to her recent lovers, and a little overweight..