“I’m going to play ‘what if’ with you, ok?” Kurt nodded. “This guy comes to you and says, ‘ I’m mighty horny, you either need to suck...me or let me fuck you’ and your answer is?”“Neither one, fuck off!” Kurt replied.“Let’s try again. The guy says ‘Ever had a blowjob?’ and you say?”“Yeah, from girls.”“He says, ‘I’d like to suck your cock’ and you say?”“Maybe,“ then, “Marty, I don’t like where this is leading!”“I’m just,” Marty explained, “trying to show you how some friendships get started. There was a hasp on the outside for the lock to fit into to secure the clubhouse. As soon as I arrived, she smiled broadly at me and walked inside. I followed her nervously. I hoped it was dark enough in there she couldn't see much, but the sun was shining through the seams and the room was lit up quite a bit. The Playboys were on the couch. She walked around looking at everything and said we did a nice job. She looked at the pictures on the wall and I watched her eyes move down to the cum. Rhythms of an ancient dance define the random thoughts of drifting sand. Hearts dance to this time, to this other music, as you might say hearts dance to the music of stars. This much we know, but do we really understand? Do we really understand being and becoming? So, from on high – as if we were gods – we watch as shadows cross sand, shadows lost in the music of chance, dancing in the measured light of an autumn afternoon. Movement so random, so full of purpose, so ancient, so new – two. Her nipples were clearly outlined on the undershirt. I pulled that up. She tried to stop it but I kissed her, and she let me get it off of her.My shirt followed. I pulled her to me feeling her skin next to me and her hair between us. I ran my fingers through her beautiful hair. I whispered. "I never knew just how soft and beautiful your hair is and it smell like herbs."She responded to my caressing her hair, by moving her head in my hands. She leaned out from me as I guided her head back. I.