You feel a stirring in your crotch.It slowly rolls up to your stomach where you feel your stomach slowly being permanently sucked in. It is slightly p...inful, but incredibly erotic.You cannot stop this. Listen to my voice.With each breath, your stomach draws tighter and tighter. You cannot stop this. You would like to, but each breath feels so good and with each breath your stomach becomes flatter and flatter. Tight and taut. Smooth and silky. As your stomach draws in flatter and flatter, you. Offered them to him in a sense. He tried to make that feeling last as he finally wrapped his hand around his rock hard penis.He lasted about forty-five seconds.Friday night came and Bob looked forward to seeing his sister in her new dress again. When he got there Randy was already dressed and ready to go, and was sitting in an easy chair, drinking a beer and watching a basketball game on TV while Lori finished getting ready upstairs. Bob called out when he came in the door. Randy waved his way. There was a momma, a poppa, a beautiful daughter and a mischievous son. They were a happy family and they loved living in the mountains.One day the poppa, who always did the odd jobs around the house decided to check out the roof (it was really momma's idea). The roof was looking old and the shingles looked worn. The roof had been neglected over the years and appeared to be badly beaten up by the sun, which was very intense at 8,000 feet, and by the hail storms that fell several times a year.So. "I still 'aven't fucked you yet though, 'ave I?" he said, then grinned and winked at me."No, but I don't think you're in any fit state to at the moment, so I guess you'll have to recover first before you can start any arse banditry." Give us ten minutes," he said, "an' I'll let you know when I can fuck you stupid."With that we both sat back, slowly sipped our drinks, and contemplated the universe and our own small places in it."Dunno 'bout you," I said, "but I'm starving. I reckon we could both.