If his cock stayed swollen, it would be mistaken for a pocketful of shotgun shells.Diana got up and slipped into a frilly, semi-transparent negligee. ...n that sheer, sexy garment she looked even more desirable than when she was stark naked, her husband thought. Her big tit tips poked out in twin peaks against the slinky fabric through the material. Lots of sleek thigh showed below the hem and plenty of deep, smooth cleavage spilled out at the low-cut neckline.Again, Dan figured that it was. "I remember a time when I was about nine years old. I was supposed to sell scout cookies door to door. Dad didn't want me to go alone, particularly on streets that were a couple of blocks from home. I knew he was struggling with work and I didn't want to disturb him. He tried to hide his problems from us, but we could hear him muttering to himself in his office about deadlines and stuff."I waited until Saturday when I knew you would be at home to ask you to take me out to sell cookies. You told. I turn for your approval. ‘What do you think? I look like Dreamland to you?’ A crooked smile from you. ‘You do. If you still want to go we should do it now, before I’m forced to ruin all your work.’ Outside the wind is blowing, working its chilly fingers in all the holes in my clothes as cleverly as you do. I pull the cloth tighter around me and try to avoid rocks—I’m barefoot, after all, in spite of your and everyone else’s advice. Fourth Avenue, when we get there, is already packed with. Ben remarked that if he had been lucky enough to have teachers as pretty as Jamie and Samantha when he was in school, he would probably still be in high school.As the meal came to an end, Ben said, "There is a dance in the main ballroom tonight. Would you lovely lades do us the honor of accompanying us?"Jamie tried to answer first with, "Oh no, we have ......." We'd be happy to," interrupted Samantha."But, we ......." No buts about it." Samantha cut Jamie off again. "We are in stateroom 101..