I walk up to her, and tap her on the shoulder."Hi, you're Kimmy Crawford, correct." I hold out a hand and she meeklyshakes it. We both feel a slight...tingle as I capture her frequency.The transformation has begun. I offer some lame excuse for why Iintroduced myself. She's not interested and I'm not ready so I leave.Next time we meet I'm sure she'll find me absolutely captivating.7:00 a.m. WednesdayI wake up in the studio apartment where I currently reside. Having hadseveral wives under. At first it seemed that he didn't notice me standing there but then he spoke, directly at me. "If you're anything like Derek says, you must be loving this..." I was shocked more than anything, that Derek would tell anyone about what we had shared. I thought that it had been clear that we were not to mention it to anyone, if anyone found out... but his voice snapped me back to my surroundings. The smells of a teenager, a hot teenager in front of me and a growing tent in my briefs."Instead of. She was not very tall but was stunningly curved. The predatory preacher stripped her with his experienced eyes and, as he would soon confirm, his assessment was surprisingly accurate. The girl had wonderful breasts, large, full, firm, ripe and delectable with, he guessed, nipples that would be long and dark in puckered areolas when she was properly aroused. And, despite their size that was impressive for an adult, let alone a fourteen-year-old girl, they jutted out proudly as if defying. God, what a hot prick you've got, son!... Maybe I'd show a little interest!"Richard stopped humping into the girl beneath him and raised himself on his hands until his wife was forced to acknowledge him by settling her weight down on Mike's pulsing cock."I'll kiss your ass on the bank comer at high noon," Richard told her, "if I'm not just as good in bed as I ever was."Frances lifted herself up until Mike's fat cock slurped out of her cunt and smacked against his abdomen. She lifted her leg.