My ass cheeks had the same nice firm curves as my breasts.It felt good to touch my skin all over. I wondered if that cute, hot basketball player might...enjoy the feel of my flesh on his own hands.My pussy slit was small and a nice shade of pink, with a cute wispy red bush matching my long red mane up top. I wondered if Muscle Boy might find a nice home for his tongue, just below my bush.As the soapy water of the shower streamed down my naked body, my hands followed where the soap went. Was I. We took turns on finding places to go. It was only two weeks before our wedding when Howard said he found a nightclub that he thought would be fun. We all got dressed up and went to Howard's place of choice.It was a really big nightclub that would hold hundreds of people. We started off with dinner and drinks. Everything was fine until I saw a sign posted. At ten o'clock they were going to have a wet t-shirt contest. It made me think of Jen saying she won one in college.We danced and drank but. P. Lovecraft story. Every time I went to bed I looked up at this tentacled beastie. I'd like to think over the two years I lived there we became friends. Anyway, I was lying back on the bed, staring at it, sulking about the water damage, when I heard the music start up next door.The walls in the house were pretty thin. One of the reasons I had taken such a shitty room in the first place was that no one was in the room next to it. It was the only one of the eight rooms not to be taken in. “Nah, we don’t do the shooting thing, we do the just wrap you up and dump you in the harbor thing.Clark got in his car drove to a nearby parking lot he knew was a good place for him to do his thing. The folks on the streets below heard the faint sonic boom and knew Superman was out and about once more.At Lex Tower, in the upper penthouse office of Lex Luthor, Merci, Lex’s private sectary and assistant frowned back at Kent in return. “Boss, why do you put up with him, you should have rubbed him.