’ ‘When I got out of the big house, Rosie was all dolled up for me, you know.’ Vinnie stuck his hands in his pockets and at that point, I knew I...was in for a long story. ‘Well, I had been boning a fag up the ass for so long in the joint that it was only natural when I came home that I flipped Rosie over and stuck it up her ass, too. Well, she was so pissed at me. She started accusing me of being a homo, you know. I never done that no more, but sometimes when I’m alone with my thoughts, I think. She stumbled over to where I was sitting and spoke with a sultry voice."Watcha doing in the dark, little guy," she giggled, "watching something interesting?" Just hanging out," I replied.She stood looking at me, hands on her hips, with a sly smile on her pretty face.At nineteen Karen was a good-looking girl. She was about five-foot-six, had a great body, and her curly brown hair seems to suit her pretty face. She had on a black skirt, almost a mini, that showed off her shapely legs. Her tits,. She leaned back, supporting herself on her elbows as I leaned in for my first taste of her flesh. Using my tongue on one breast and duplicating its movements with my fingers on the other, I traced ever closing circles as I moved from the outer edges towards her areolas, finally taking one nipple firmly between my lips while pinching the other between my finger tips. Grasping my hair, she pulled my head closer as if trying to feed me whichever breast I suckled, softly moaning. The movement of. . this is where you might find that same tale in short form.Hey, that idea doesn't sound too bad. Let's file that one away for later. My writing is a super intelligent process.So feel free to weigh in, most Constructive Reader, let me know what you do and don't like. Shoot me any ideas or directions you might have. They have certainly helped in the past and I welcome the interaction.Full disclosure; I am considering moving some of my writing to other online platforms. All open-access and.