I have blonde hair a couple inches past my shoulders. My boobs are a clean 36b and firm with slightly smaller than average nipples. I have about the p...rfect hips and ass and I am not fat in any way. I have two brothers who both have brown hair and brown eyes. The younger one, Jimmy, is 16 and about 5 6 and has a slim build (not much to see kinda thin). The older one, Derek, who is 23, is about 58 tall with a slim build and muscular. My younger brother and I live with our Mom and my older. There are those people, aren’t there? They get out of their clothes, and you think, you are too perfect. There’s got to be a catch. And then you realize its because they’re shit at shagging.” “And then,” Jonathan said, running his fingertips over her breast, “there are those people who are perfect, and a fantastic lay.” She smiled at him coyly. “You’re pretty vain, there.” “I was talking about you, idiot.” She laughed, and then shivered as he lightly pinched her nipple. He lowered his face. At only thirteen Tony wasn’t really that easily upset but she felt that just because she had not done her homework she didn’t feel like she had to be this badly punished. As she lay in bed, Tony heard her mummy shout up “Tony your dad and I are going to go to the super market so be a good girl and stay out of our bedroom”, this is my chance thought Tony, I can sneak into their room and get the Wii controllers back. She. I tried pulling myself up but hit my head on the bottom of unseen bench. Rubbing my sore head, I looked around. I seemed to be under a table in the darkened common-room of some sort of dingy inn. Sleeping, snoring and murmuring forms were sprawled around the room, laying on tables and under them. The place reeked of body odor and stale ale. I crawled out from under the table, pulled myself groggily to my feet, then looked around for a few moments. Nothing in the room seemed familiar. My own.