It was never that I didn't wantfriends, or to have a girlfriend. I was just never willingto "do the work," so to say, to have friends and a lovelife. ... guess I was being foolish, thinking that somethingwould just eventually come my way. Of course, thisphilosophy had produced no theories proving it as of yet.But all of that was about to change. I walked toward CloseUp at full speed, anxious to see if there were any newDVD's I might want to purchase and also hoping that thiswould be the day where. "It's my treat."But now, he looked horrible! The light brown suit that had looked so sharp was now rumpled and dirty. His stretch cotton blouse, chosen to generously hug his curves and accentuate his fake breasts, now felt sticky and damp. He resisted the temptation to scratch his chest where the under wire bra dug in cruelly. He desperately wanted to impress his new American hosts. "But how impressive can I possibly be, like this?" he fretted.Ken thought back with longing to his transsexual. “I’m hungry,” pouted Bitchy Barbara, opening and crashing closed cupboard doors (try saying that after a hard day at work (a)). As she searched through the cupboards looking for something to nibble on, the kettle boiled itself to a gigantic climax, and finally flicked itself off. Bitchy Barbara wished she was flicking herself off, too. Or, better, that Polly the Preggo was flicking her off. Not that she was a lesbian. Yet. A virgin in the pursuits of sapphic delights, she’d jump on anything. ." Her body writhed and jerked under him as he sucked at the stubby bud of her clit. "Arghhh!" Her shriek was sharp at first, but belatedly she got a hand over her mouth to muffle it.Her spasms shook her violently, and her lower torso jerked so powerfully with the convulsions that Tom had to retreat. He sat back on his heels and enjoyed the spectacle of her glory as she completed her orgasm, then lay there gasping with her eyes closed.Tom undressed quickly, and when she opened her eyes, she saw.