My mind can turn the simplest thing into something sexual. Today, as I sit at my desk, I look out my window for inspiration. His hair catches my eye. ...t looks like liquid gold in the sunshine with a hint of red. His beard and mustache look like they might tickle in the right circumstance. Immediately, my phallic-shaped imagination takes over. I look down at his trousers wondering what color hair lies beneath, surrounding his cock. With hurried keystrokes, this innocent man on the street below. " Yeah," I said, I looked down at what of my chest I could see throughthe light material. I was actually rather proud of my new breast. Theyand the recent onset of my period meant that I was truly becoming a woman."Aren't you getting breasts as well?" A little, I suppose." Let me see, we'll compare. See who's going to be more buxom." Ok," she said. She pulled off her shirt and I pulled the nightshirtover my head. We both stared at the other girl's bare chest and thenlooked back at our own.. Careless, but not careless enough thought Jacob, her bloody towel never came off her body when she traipsed around upstairs going to and from the shower. Jacob just sighed, realising he would never, ever see his eye drooling step-sister naked.Never, is a long time and sometimes random fortune delivers a bigger win than taking home the national lottery. All a step-father and his son saw coming though the French doors was stacked naked slutty moaning girly flesh illuminated by torchlight on their. Sandy even agreed with me as she said she had read the textbooks for all her classes before the semester and had not opened them since. Our chemistry labs were fairly complicated, but if you paid attention during lectures, they were easy to complete. Many of them were what I called “firing for effect,” as you made a concoction and then reported what it did or how it tested using various chemicals.The golf team was preparing to compete in the local U.S. Open qualifying round. All of us wanted to.