Can you help me?"She gave me a knowing look and asked, "How tight do you want them?" Pretty tight," I replied without hesitation."Ok, turn around for ...e...bend forward slightly. Good, wait here."She brought me four pairs, two different styles in two sizes each andtook me to the dressing room.As I pushed my leg into the first pair I thought 'these are way tootight, I'll never fit' but to my shock the jeans just sort of hugged mybody, making room for me and accenting my calves and thighs,. One of those times, I remember my friend Neal (one of the biggest cocks I remembered as a young teen. He was a year younger than me and he was much larger. he probably had 7 inches when he was 13 and a pair of nuts that would make a porn star proud). Anyway, Neal and I were going to ride out to the quarry to make out and i was going to suck his cock. As we rode, I remember passing this young girl on a bike and Neal jammed his brakes causing his bike to slide around in a semi circle. I almost. Serravalle. Don't forget. Serravalle.Campolieto drew several pictures of the nude boy. He even coloured one of them that evening. "I can do the others later", he said. Tommaso looked at the watercolour painting. Campolieto had drawn a landscape around him, from memory, with a waterfall, trees, some clouds... It looked nice, except for his own figure. He almost went forth to ask "Gaetano, why am I so ugly?" But then, he decided to better keep his mouth shut. That question could again bring. I just, well I, I don’t know.” I was flustered and shocked at myself, my heart was still pumping like mad, it felt like my face was probably as red as hers. “OK, one last thing and I will go, can I ask you how much you make here in a day?”“How much do I make? I take £52 each day.”“OK.” I said and pulled two pound coins out of my pocket and put all the money on the counter, “One days wages for a quick little flash.”“Where? Not here, people will see.” She said pointing the large glass window.