Yeah, he'd be consulting all right. He'd be consulting with his dick on the case of someone famous like Candyie from the Mustang Strip Club. He liked ...hem dumb and blond, with tits as big as the Goodyear blimp and as natural as Cool Whip. No shortage of that type in Vegas. There he'd be, a short, obnoxious Jewish doctor, fucking his way through their joint account.She had grown up very rarely needing to ask for help with anything. She was most often one of the ones people went to for help. But. I had seen photos and it looked amazing. The boat was a forty-foot speedboat of some Italian make. The engines roared as we sped over the flat surface passing other boats. A huge red cruise ship came the opposite direction.“That’s the Viking Line. It connects Stockholm to Helsinki in Finland,” screamed Sven over the engine.Some people standing on the deck waved down to us and I waved back.“Do you remember the parties?” my dad asked Sven who laughed. “Oh my god, they were pretty wild and those. It contained a long letter, and a col-age photo of Sasha and Milan. Bikini's arm and arm, Topless in a passionate kiss, Single picture of each in evening gown and full make-up, and them kissing with fingers buried in each others pussy. A hand written note requesting the stage at 9PM Friday. Yeah, it was starting to get interesting.The week of the party, no visits from Sasha. Not even one peek at her sunbathing. 37 people planned to attend. At 11 am I started the fire, and at 12:30 the pig was. As I got a little older I seemed to have forgotten all about this for a few years.Let me describe myself a little before we go any further. At age 12, I was about 5' 1" maybe 100 lbs, longish brown hair, green eyes and a very fem ass.When I turned 12 or 13, I was able to get a paper route early in the morning. I would get up about 5, load up the papers in the bag on the front of my bike and get to work. As the months passed I was enjoying making some money of my own and really liked be up and.