My shiny spandex gym shorts stuck out lewdly, drawing raised eyebrows. My dick was so extremely excited that the short conversation I had with the ug...y fat cashier chick did nothing to distract me from the task at hand. The entire time, I could see my shorts in my peripheral vision, twitching with each heart beat, and the cashier did too.She blinked and reverted to her training, good pimply, taped together glasses 19yo girl she was. 'You have a girl or girls?' she said, sounding like she had. Ik heb een gladde, haarloze huid. En ik ben slank. Ongeveer een metervijfenzeventig en ik weeg nauwelijks zestig kilo. En bovendien ben ikongebonden. Geen familiebanden die mij knellen, geen vriendinnetje. Wiewil er ook met een werkeloze jongen verkering hebben? Maar afhankelijk.Wat bedoelt ze daar mee?Maar eigenlijk kan ik best schrijven. Misschien zit er een reisje naarAntwerpen in en dat is nooit weg. Hier in de randstad zit niemand op mijte wachten en de uitkering die ik krijg is zeker niet. ’ I teased her. ‘Oh, that’s all you think about.’ she chided me. ‘Listen, I’ve made no bones about the fact that I like you and would like to become intimate with you. I think you’d like that also but you won’t let yourself. You know, you’re just a ‘horny little bitch’ who won’t let herself be touched.’ I teased her. I waited silently and Linda said good-bye and hung up the phone. She went into the bedroom and found the list of instructions. First she went to her dresser and took out a very. Each one was two inches long and very thick, with a green plastic base. She had unsheathed them after she had disinfected the skin they would pierce with alcohol wipes. She always liked that part, feeling the cooling alcohol on her vulva and her breasts.The image in the mirror was a woman of thirty, her hair long and blonde, her lips full and inviting, her figure trim and thin to the point where her breasts, although of normal size, seemed a shade too large for her frame. They had begun to sag.