Bei den fleißigen Männerzungen schloss sie die Augen und die Schenkel, drückte sich das Bild an die Brust und machte: Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmh.Ganz offensic...tlich erregten sie die Bilder. Man kriegte dort halt nicht oft welche zu sehen. Ich lag die ganze Zeit über mit freiem Oberkörper halb unter der dünnen Decke. Allerdings hatte ich unter der Decke auch nichts an, da draußen ja eine Bullenhitze herrschte. Nun hob sie einfach die Decke an, um zu sehen ob es bei mir auch eine Reaktion gegeben hatte.. Yet it was too perfect ... too formed to be real.But that wasn't what caught my attention ... it simply registered in the back of my head.No, what held my attention, was that the figure seated in that chair ... was myself ... which was impossible ... I could not sit across from myself.My doppelganger smiled.He looked different from the present me though. He was wearing one of my favorite suits ... yet he casually had a couple buttons undone ... something I never did. His face was thinner, and. I gave them a split-second of joy, then I slammed them together hard enough to loosen their fillings, but not hard enough to break anything. They both went down and stayed there, no doubt trying to remember the license number of the truck that had just hit them.A moment of digression here: I don't dislike guns. I'm just not a 'gun person'. Guns have their place. If you want to make holes in people, a gun is the way to go. But having a gun in your hand in a combat situation narrows your options. ”“I’ve never worn panties with my jeans, I’ve always worn support undergarments similar to these bike shorts when I rode in the events. Now when I ride at home, I usually just pull on a pair of tight fitting jeans so there’s no underwear to bunch up in the wrong places. If I need help with these stretch garments, would you be willing to help me, or do I need to ask J Lo?”“If you trust me, I’ll help you. But, I refuse to close my eyes.”“I’d be disappointed if you did.”“You go in the bathroom,.