Turned out, there was a booth displaying books including one titled Fake News: An Unauthorized Autobiography. I was tempted to pick it up. I hadn’t ...ound anything humorous in any of the news I’d read in this life.Of course, there were many costumes depicting favorite anime and comic book characters, especially those recently released in superhero movies. There was an entire Steampunk contingent. I was intrigued by the concept behind books like Jeffrey Cook’s Dawn of Steam and Nikki McCormack’s. She reached down and tugged at his underwear until Donnie's dick sprang upward, revealing it's red, distended head. At that point they parted and seemed to race to see who could get naked first. "You are so beautiful," Donnie said, running his eye over her nubile teen form. "I don't know anyone more handsome than you," she said. She kissed him wetly and reached between their bodies so she could stroke him. "Let's get on the bed," she said, leading him by the cock. Donnie had no choice but to. I left the office early on Friday to get a jump on the traffic. I had knots in my stomach as I drove to our rendezvous. Should I be doing this? Would it be as exciting as the first time? Entering the bar, it did not look any different than any other bar I had been to. There was quite a crowd already and I did notice some were paired off with people of the same sex but nothing quite like I had imagined. I guess I had let my imagination run wild with what people would be wearing and doing but it. The contents were distinctly female, wide hips, crimson lipstick, a delicately boned face with shortish, wavy black hair, black pumps with inch-high heels. He guessed she was in her thirties, probably twenty pounds heavier than she had been in high school but still slender and fit for her age. She wore no rings. "I'm Cera Carlin," she said, "your wife's divorce lawyer."He stood, and noted she was almost as tall as he was. "Please take a seat. I'll be with you in a moment." Mr. Cowley, I charge.