Either it was acompletely lost cause or I'd totally lost my touch. It looked exactlythe same at the end as when I'd started.My face looked even fatter...now and I could have sworn my nose wasn'tstraight any more. It seemed to hook more than it used to. I opened myblouse and gasped. My stomach was even thicker. I was fat. Officially.The new skirt I'd bought that morning felt too tight.What the hell was going on?I got my scales out and stepped out, waiting impatiently as the numbersspan past.In the. He picked up the shampoo and squeezed it onto her hair, starting first at her scalp and then moving further down, just like she had shown him. She rinsed her hair when he was done, turning back to face him and pulled him down for a kiss, the water cascaded down between them as their tongues wrestled with each other. She broke the kiss, giving him that naughty smile again as she sunk down to her knees, one hand cupped his balls as the other rested on his lower back. He could feel her tongue. None of the girls I meet seem to last beyond a couple of dates,’ Simon said, taking a long pull on his pint. ‘You’ve got to want them to last, young’un,’ replied John. ‘A girl can sense when you’re not planning on keeping her – I mean, even I can see it when we go out. Half the time it seems you can barely be bothered to learn their names!’ ‘Hey, I’m not that bad!’ ‘You most certainly are! Don’t you realise that a girl can tell? The only girl you’ve shown any sign of wanting to really get to. Thinking back to those days, I remembered that the thought of my two innocent sisters pulling down their panties and letting some guy give it to them in their backside was erotic beyond belief. I was far too indoctrinated by the Sunday school teachings to ever consider using either of my sister’s bottoms for humping practice, but the image stuck in my brain and I found that I spent a lot more time studying on their teenaged rear ends when they were face down reading a book or just on the carpet.