”“And does this fairy tale have a happy ending?”“I have no idea. The story hasn’t been written yet. And we’re just on the first page. Are ...ou willing to write it with me?”“I’m not sure I’m in any frame of mind to write a story,” she sighed.“Part of this story has to be about you getting help.”“And then?”“I don’t know how the story ends. Heck, when I woke up this morning, I had no idea writing this story was even possible; I’m just making it up as I go along right now!”Jocelyn shook her head, “I. She had a very thin body, Allyson saw. Her breasts were very small, and her hips and ass boyishly flat. She wasn't unattractive though. Her slight, red bush and small conical breasts made Allyson's heart race in anticipation.She pushed Allyson backwards onto another couch and sat down next to her. Their arms folded together as their lips met in a deep smouldering kiss.Peter's eyes nearly bugged out as he watched Allyson masturbate for the camera. His cock bulged and pushed desperately against. "And your pouting denials will offer no protection when theirarrows pierce your tender flesh."Wynn watched the taller woman as she turned and strode back into theglistening pool. "I wasn't pouting," she protested, stripping down toher baggy tunic. She nervously fingered the fabric, but upon seeingJakarra's smirk she pulled the garment quickly over her head and tossedin on the pile of clothes. Nude for the first time in her female body,Wynn blushed and joined Jakarra in the pool.As she washed. Let me figure this out."Rodrigo scribbled numbers on a pad for a couple of minutes, picked up the glass of Zinfandel, took a sip, and then tried the Merlot again. He smiled and shook his head as if in disbelief before speaking."Mike, your price is more than fair and considering I use about seventy gallons a week right now, you only have about five weeks of Zinfandel remaining. If I combine the Merlot with that you have seven weeks supply. That will give me enough time to hunt for another good.