So we continued talking for about 15 mins and he mentioned that he will be in a hotel for 5 days and he gave details and asked his number if it is ok ...or him to share. He was ok with it and we shared our number. After a while I said I am going to rest room and he said he will also go so we were chatting while walking to the toilet and he placed his hand on my shoulder while walking and I moved closer to him. I could feel his body and hairy sometimes his hairy touching my neck area and I was so. As she cautiously walked towards the fire, she could start to make out who surrounded the fire. Large men, wearing cloth, were staring entranced by the scene before them. Each man had a lead in their hands, and as Jane studied, she could see that each man had a woman at his feet, sitting silently with their heads bowed. They were wearing very little, just enough cloth to cover their breasts and pussies, and as Jane walked closer she could see what the men were cheering. A woman, completely. He was a friend of Carl, my neighbor and the guy who was giving the party. Frank and Carl were Boston cops. Did I mention real people having real jobs? There are ‘blue collar’ workers and guys like these two wore blue uniforms. Carl called them “our ‘blue bags’”.Remember the “Good Cop, Bad Cop” stories you’ve read about? Frank was in his mid-thirties, twelve years older than me but at 6 feet and 238 pounds -- his hobby was bodybuilding, there wasn’t any fat in that 238 -- always played the. " I yawn, roll out of bed in my boxer shorts, grab the coffee, and head for the bathroom. Same thing, every morning.So one night a few weeks ago, Mom went to a PTA meeting. As soon as she left, I called up my girlfriend Cindy and asked her to come over. We smoked a little weed and drank a little beer in the backyard, and then made out for a while in my room. It got late, my girlfriend left, and I fell asleep.Next thing I knew: "Hey Big Guy, up and at 'em!" "Arrgh." I was a little hung.