I started going to the gym and whenever that guy, you know the one, tries to draw everyone’s attention to how much he is lifting, would finish his s...t, I would walk over, pick up the bar with one hand and ask, “You done with this?” That was fun for a while, but soon grew old.I took a few art classes and started painting. That didn’t help, I just ended up painting pictures of sexy nude women and twisted orgy scenes. A friend suggested model railroading and took me to a train show with him. Soon,. .. lucky because of that. "Well, I haven't found one yet I like enough to call him my boyfriend. I'm kind of ... picky." She knew how to throw out a random compliment too. I decided to ratchet it up a notch. "So, this tattoo needs to be someplace where, when your boyfriend sees it, he knows he's the ONLY guy who will get to see it." "Uh huh" she hit me hard again. "Well, OK" I said. "Um, I don't mind and all ... helping you I mean. But it probably wouldn't be right for ME to see where. Am I right?" Jenny said staring intently at me. Sweat formed on my forehead and my got even harder as I quickly thought of the right answer for her question. But I was silent. "You know I have always had a little crush on you. I have always wondered what it would be like to make love to you." Jenny said still standing in front of me naked. "What do you say? A little quickie, I don't think that would hurt anything, do you? I think that might be some fun." Jenny said as she sat on the bed next. Then gathering his wits he moved to the door andswitched the sign to closed. Then he flicked closed thelock, before the shop got overcrowded.***The hand that caressed Vicky’s bottom was warm, soft,and gentle. She stood up straight, but stopped herselffrom turning. Two weeks ago she would have wriggledfree and maybe slapped his face.Instead she froze as that warm hand slid slowly andsoftly caressing the curves of her bottom. There was apulse in her loins, and her knickers already wet.