We had been there for about an hour when my friend Stephaniegrabbed my arm and said that she wanted to introduce me to herboyfriend's friend Steve. I ...ever believed in love at first sight, lustmaybe, but not love. But when I saw Steve, it hit me like a load ofbricks. He was a couple of years older than me, about 5'10" 160 lbswith light brown hair and hazel eyes. But beyond his good looks I couldimmediately tell that he was a good person.We talked for the rest of the night. It was like we had. "After the laughter had died down, the bartender said: "Ok,..."He grabbed a lemon and squeezed the heck out of it. Then he handed the wrinkled remains of the rind to the little fellow.But the Crowd's laughter turned to total silence as the man clenched his little fist around the lemon ... and six drops fell into the glass.As the crowd cheered, the bartender paid the guy his $1000, and then asked the little man: "Do you mind if I ask what do you do for aliving? Are you a lumberjack, a. She looked at me and reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. She pulled it away from her and let her breasts fall free. They were very nice and a little bigger than my fake ones. She had brown nipples not pink. They were even bigger than mine. Her breasts were firm and her nipples I could see were hard and pointy like mine were in the shower. She smiled even bigger and said, "I can't keep calling you 'Ricky' when you look like you do, so you will be 'Honey' until you pick a girl's name,. I mentioned before, in another story about my teenage years a girl called Carol and her dog. You'll have to read the story to know more but, anyway, a couple of times she came down the bushes too and as usual wanked both me and the dog off while being fingered by me and watching the goings on. She was some girl Carol and the best wanker of all the girls. She just knew how to keep you going for ages. I did quite like her. Obviously as the years moved on our little 'gang' broke up but we all.