Whether it's Madonna or Maradona, we have all fantasised about giving a celebrity a good seeing to. However, for most of us it remains just that - a f...ntasy. Unless, like me - and my name's Steve, by the way - you are one of the fortunate few lucky enough to live out your fantasy…* * * * *Joining the army wasn't always my main ambition as a c***d. Like most young boys, when I was a k** I always wanted to be a professional footballer, pop star or Hollywood actor. The only problems I encountered. She hadn't expected that at all! He didn't do that with me then, but he's fingered me (and her) a lot since that day.Finally Sarge told Rog it was decision time -- that there was a limit to how long this could drag out. When he said that, Rog had a finger in Mom's hairy twat and a hand on one of her boobs. Rog made the decision then and there and told us all to go over by the lady Marine -- that we were going with them! Lisa and I grabbed up our clothes and the other stuff we had brought in. "Try this on, Mom," Kimmy said, handing a stylish blouse to me. We had been out shopping and were enjoying trying on our purchases, the more so as we were close enough in size that we could both enjoy everything. I put it on and primped with pleasure. I then removed it and handed it back."Here you go," she said, handing me a bra in a powerful come-hither style. It was sheer too, but with a style and decoration that was clearly meant as more than just a foundation. In peek-a-boo style, it. She had wandered off to sneak into a dance hall, the sounds of the musician’s instruments like a flame to the fluttering moth-wings of her mind. Ana had stayed out too long, and upon her return, she had discovered a large circle of men surrounding her nest. Mesmerized, she watched when they set the warehouse ablaze and waited, blades drawn, for her sisters to flee.The fine hairs of an Arachne gave them supernatural senses. Tremors in the earth, slight shifts in the breeze, all of these things.