..Unless you like short, dowdy ladies I'm probably not fantasy material, although I've always been proud of my double-D's and try to work out. Stuff t...nds to sag as you get older, though, and the summer this happened I was feeling my age with my 50th birthday just around the corner. The girls at the office tried to cheer me up, telling me I was cute with my blonde bangs, but I definitely felt my age as I noticed my monthly friends were drying up and my doctor confirmed that I'd soon be entering. I honestly hadn’t thought of anything naughty with these guys, I’d known Paul for years and he was in a relationship. However, after they left my place for Sydney I received a text saying that Jace thought I was hot.That was interesting. Now to the developments over the last few weeks.First AttemptThis was the first time I’d really hung out with Paul and it being just the two of us. I drove up to Newcastle for a weekend of partying and there was a football game on at the uni up there which Paul. To be honest ... I always thought that getting felt up under the waterfall might be sort of hot,” she said. “So ... the thought of molestation by your hands did cross my mind. Wanna see?”“Well, yeah,” I said. “But I can’t from here. Unless you want to climb over the railing and see if I can catch you.”“Bum shoulder,” Liz said. “Maybe you could take a step backward.”It took four steps before I could see Liz’s entire body. She waited until I was in place before pushing the robe off one of her. It tore her up inside, she hadn’t told anyone who’s son it was. They just assumed it was her boyfriend’s, but the whispers still went around, none of it true, truth had lost all meaning in her town. Finally, after several more years, the war ended and the troops were leaving. She went to see the parade of men march out of the war torn city. She watched intently, holding her son on her hip. His eyes had grown into their color, a deep sky blue. Her son had turned into a beautiful Aryan boy. It.