.. A traveling salesman visits a small town in the Midwest and sees a colorful circus banner: DON’T MISS THE AMAZING GOLDSTEIN! Curious, he buys a t...cket and sits through the usual circus acts. Animals, clowns, contortionists and other performances - but where’s the Amazing Goldstein?Finally the trumpets blare and all eyes are turned to the center ring. There in the spotlight is a table with three walnuts on it. In comes a little old Jewish man 5 foot tall and barely able to walk up to the. She'd grown tired of listening to my whimpers and sobs.Her pungent odor clung stubbornly to my face. I could smell her just as strong as I had when she was on top of me. For some irrational reason, I imagined her smelling somehow different ... As if her goddess-like appearance, would somehow make the smell unique and less revolting. It smelt the same as any pussy I'd ever smelt, that unsavory fishy pussy stink. And the smell of her ass was just as common and unsavory. It smelt like ass.Despite. I had put on a silky, half topthat just barely came down to my belly button and a pair of pink panties.I looked over, seeing Ashley in a pair of men's pajama bottoms and a teesheet. Neither of us wore a bra, our youthful breasts standing erect withoutany support. I squirmed on the bed, a hand pushing hard into my back forcingme over onto my stomach. I was facing Ashley, suffering a similar fate. Welooked into each others eyes, pleading, to no avail. Ifelt a big hand at my ankles, bending them. Ben just laughed at that.“Don’t laugh,” Cecily scolded in a half whisper. “I can’t believe I’m still in your bed. What will my brother think?”“He’ll think what every other person here in the camp will think,” Ben told her pointedly, “and in truth, what do you care? Personally, I’m glad to find you here. If it wasn’t for the fact we had to get up, I’d teach you a few more things about kissing that I forgot to show you last night, along with some other things that all women should know about..