Not all of us are uber-coherent Narrators."Coherent? Huh... I think that's the closest thing to a compliment that I've ever gotten from you."Oops, I m...sspoke. What I meant to say was: Go fuck yourself."That's better."So, what are we doing here?"More Master PC stuff, only with shorter segments, along with the ability to branch off in a different direction on the very probable chance of us getting bored and cutting our losses at a specific part in one of these stories in order to take another. .grasping the sides of your dress, I pull myself away from you just long enough to pull it up over your head…your help by lifting up your arms..and as I finish taking off your top I throw it aside…baring your beautiful breasts….I don’t even wait for you before I’ve grabbed my own shirt and pulled it off, tossing it aside as quickly as possible, baring my own chest….our arms go back around each other, pressing our bodies close…closer…we can’t get close enough…our torsos press against each. He watched her walk into the coffee shop and was glad he got there first so he could scrutinize her. Dan was surprised by her looks, not slim like her sister but full figured just as he liked his women. Big dark eyes and full red lips spoke of nothing but sex to him, her long dark hair cascaded over her shoulders to caress the tops of her breasts. However, it was her rump that Dan found fascinating. It was big and round and he kept thinking about taking a bite out of it as if it was some sinful. Though, yes,I agree? she can't wear the same thing every day. She's not a man,after all.?Fran and Connie shared a muted laugh at this. Tyler forced an awkwardsmile and folded his arms under his large breasts.?God, men have it so easy,? Fran said. ?Don't they? A couple suits, adozen shirts, a pair of jeans, a handful of ties, three pairs of shoes,and you're all set for every possible occasion. It must be nice.? Shestepped forward, put one hand on Tyler's shoulder, and looked at himand Connie in.