That's popular now. Children, teenagers and even adults prefer them. It's better than buying titles which will just gather dust on the bookshelves."We...talked about books while we cleaned up. There were a few authors we both liked. We talked about relationships. Jane didn't have anyone at the moment. I kept my comments about Lisa pretty neutral. I didn't like to listen to people complaining about their relationships and I assumed Jane felt the same way.Jane said she was pretty tired from. Amanda shook her head. "What did I get myself into?" she said to herself.Harry's ears perked. He spun around on a dime. "What did you say?" Nothing." Amanda was playing little miss innocent.Harry pushed the metal door inward. He took a look around and stepped in. Amanda followed closely on his heels; she instinctively grabbed onto his shirt collar."This is it. Not anything spectacular."Amanda dropped her hand to her sides. "You can say that again."Harry reached out and gently caressed Amanda's. He felt warmth between his legs. It was the strangest feeling, very unlike when he used to get an erection. He was very aroused as she approached. He stood up in front of her. She told him to remove his shroud. He did this immediately, he knew better than to resist. He stood there, holding his tits in his hands. They were so huge, they were so painful, and they weighed so much. The woman reached out and grabbed each of his tits with her hands, taking the weight off of him. She squeezed. He was reminded of runners waiting at the starting line of a big race. Handing the keys to Sean, Sam said, “I guess the truck is now yours.”“My own set of car keys,” Sean said looking down at the keys in his hands.Noticing that as soon as he had handed over the keys that the Dwarves had charged across the short distance to the truck, Sam said, “It is in good mechanical shape. I don’t think you’ll have any problems with it for a long time.”“That’s great,” Sean said. “I now own my own truck. I.