All rights reserved. No permission given to post elsewhere. The morning after, we walk hand in hand, meandering across The Strawberry Fields… only o...r footprints mar the smooth carpet of snow. The Strawberry Fields–a lovely area of Central Park, New York City’s memorial to John Lennon–is covered by an inch of late November snow glinting brightly in the early morning sunshine. Looking around the beautiful landscape we see our footprints are the only ones. But then we are so much in love we are. By that I mean that if given a choice I would always choose a woman's cunt over a man's anus, hands down. But the event I'm about to describe wasn't about choice, or if I had one I didn't resist all that much.It all started on Saturday; I was an inventory clerk for Wal-Mart during their growth spurt in the 80's and I found that I was always having to work overtime on Saturdays because we could never seem to get the job done during the week.I was usually the only one working in the office. He insisted on bikinis, and as a result I had white triangles around my nipples and pussy, which made the SLUT stand out even more.I attempted to cover my pussy with my hands, but a stern look from Jeff stopped me. The boys all drooled over me for a while before Jeff started dealing the next hand. Since Jeff now had more regular chips, he started betting those instead of one of the four remaining chips. This went on for about another 45 minutes, with me serving the food naked.Jeff's luck,. * 45. BRAW, BRAW, damn phone, who the hell turn you on last night, as I turn over to where Kate was sleeping and notice that she’s nowhere to be found in my hotel room, what the hell, I think as I turn over and slap my phone off, what a minute did that actually happen last night, or was that one hell of a dream, completely confused, okay let’s do some thinking here Aden, I’m under covers, wearing what seems to be, sniffing my shirt, the white tee shirt that I was wearing yesterday, along with a.