The fall seemed to last forever. The small of her back landed on the edge of one of the steps. She heard a crunching sound as her vertebrae shattered....There was a momentary crush of horrendous pain and then nothing. No feeling whatsoever.The shot glass and its contents struck the back of the front door and shattered into a million pieces as she struck the back of her head with a loud thud on the small Persian carpet she had so lovingly picked out and placed there so long ago. The impact dazed. His 3-and-a-half inch uncut penis pointed straight up at the ceiling, with a small, brown hairless sack that looked like two hanging marbles jutting down below it. His perfectly sculpted v-line angled down across his lower torso and drew attention to his blossoming boyhood. He angled his body between me and the TV, so that I could see everything that he was about to do. “Shit, I almost forgot!” he yelled, as he ran off to his bedroom, his little cock bouncing, and succulent cheeks jiggling. She didn't go out with boys. She was sixteen and her face wasn't very pretty, but she was really stacked. She was a big girl, big all over, and even had muscles in her arms from working on her father's farm. She kept her red hair cut short, but there weren't even any rumors about her being butchy, even if she did seem to be a little masculine.Betty knew that looks had nothing to do with a person's sexual behavior, though. Not always, anyhow. She'd experimented with the aggressive role in. What would you have thought if you walked in here and saw May sitting in Lei's chair?"Roger nodded, "I'll call her. I have her number."Bart stood up, "Okay, let me know when you're ready to get out of here. I'd like your father to start right away if he can. With you gone some things have slipped further than they should have and I would appreciate the help."Bart left the office. Roger reflected on things that he had said. Roger knew that Bart could run the business for a while; Bart just.