By the time we got back to Asheville, she was bowlegged and I was too fucking tired to screw Lonnie.Seven weeks later my sister came to my studio. “...’m pregnant.”“Shit, New York?”She grinned, her eyes were twinkling, “Yeah, it happened in New York.”“Do you want me to go to a clinic with you again?”Shelby stood from the studio sofa, “No Tony, not this time, I won’t do that again, I want this one.” She stepped to me, put her hands on my chest and looked me straight in the eyes and repeated, “I. I mentioned that."I dont care. You are hot. I figured I'd just get the usual dirty old men."I thanked her, but reminded her she was married. I am, too, of course, but the danger increases exponentially when both cheaters are married. Put it this way ... I trust ME!"I think I'd rather keep it like it is..."I'd already told her about Gail. Gail was also married, but her husband had long since quit fucking her, he was in his mid-eighties, 25 years her senior.So that's the way it went for several. He held up the retina scanner. “Would you please verify your ID.”Carol placed her eye against the scanner. The machine beeped and the officer read the information aloud.“Carol Jones, 38, F. Okay, now for everyone else in the home please.”The woman escorted Joe and the 2 girls, who had just gotten home, into the kitchen.The office looked at them. “Please verify your IDs with the scanner.”Kelly went first, followed by Diane. And again the officer read the information.“Kelly Parks, 19, F. Diane. ”, “I don’t fuck on the first date.”, “I’m catholic.”, “Stop asshole.”, etc. etc… After hearing all this bullshit, you whip out your handy bar of soap. Then lather up her armpit (or any other joint you prefer), and proceed to fuck that instead.SURFINGThis happens when you nail a fat woman. As you watch the rippling effect of her rolls with every thrust, along with the feeling of being drenched, off balance, out of control, and in danger, you are given the sense of riding the ultimate.