Being Saturday the next day, no work so could have a little lay in. I woke at about 9am and sun was shining, clock is running oddly, says its Sunday 3...d, I went to bed on Saturday 2nd, Odd.Got out of bed and glimpsed myself in the mirror and nearly passed out. I like to wear a little fem gear, usually just tights (pantyhose) or panties and hold up stockings,, a couple of my mates do the same and we meet and have some hot fun.I looked in the mirror again, I am a fairly hairy guy, well built as. I left my trousers and shorts by the bed on top of her g-string and I wanted to eat her, but she refused to let go of my penis."I want this monster inside me first, Micky." She drew me down on top of her, still holding me by the penis. "Little red riding hood will just have to wait."I never even had a chance to argue as she held me against the entrance to her impossibly small looking vagina."Now, Micky," she lunged upwards and climaxed immediately. She was still squealing and clinging to me as. This time though I noticed that she was having to carry the young boy and an enormous load of groceries in plastic bags and the two young teenage girls were both carrying their share.As soon as I checked out, I hurried after them and caught up before they reached the first corner."Good afternoon, Ms. Martinez. It looks like you have your hands full. How about letting me carry those groceries since I don't have much to carry anyway?" Oh, thank you, Senor Orville. My Esteban is sick today or it. Maybe it’s a middle-aged man who works down in the sewers fixing pipes and wading through… well… you know. These people have a lot to complain about and you think to yourself, “wow, their life must really suck”.So why are they always so damn happy? Never without a grin, always giving an enthusiastic wave and a “how do ya do” no matter what time of the day and no matter what day of the week. Life consistently gives them the shaft and yet they carry on like every day is the best damn day of their.