I’m starting to get a little hungry.” “I could order pizza or Chinese or something.” I giggled, “I take it you’re not tired of looking at my tits yet.” He chuckled, “Hell, I’ll never get amateur tired of that.” “Okay, I like meat lover’s pizza.” “I’ll be right back.” But I got up and followed him. “I really, really need to pee.” When we got inside, he pointed me down the hall. Alone in the bathroom, my brain was spinning. I whispered to myself, “Shit, Gina. You can have anything you want from him, and it doesn’t hurt you at all. He’s putty in your hands. He’ll give you anything you want, maybe even money.” When I crawled back over the fence late that evening, I was feeling very tipsy, but not really drunk. I’d let him see my bare tits a couple more times, and he gawked at them each time like it was the first time he’d seen them. I learned that Paul was fifty-two years old. He’d owned a nightclub for fifteen years and teen it did very well, so he’d managed to squirrel away a good piece of change. He sold it when he was forty-eight, and cleared enough from the sale to retire comfortably. Paul wasn’t a handsome man at all, but he wasn’t ugly chinese either. He was five-eleven, a hundred sixty pounds, and his once blonde hair had turned to pure white. I loved his quick wit. He made me laugh a lot and because I could explore the sexual side of me that had been so long repressed, I felt as though I was getting a mulligan on life. I could choose what to do with it. I didn’t get up until almost eleven the next morning. Surprisingly, aside asian from a slight headache, I wasn’t hung over at all. The Lush was just leaving when I walked into the kitchen. She said she was going to the store, and then she was gone. She didn’t even ask me if I needed anything, so I assumed she was going to the liquor store for more booze. I’d never smoked, but I was feeling rebellious, so I swiped a pack of her cigs and headed out to the back porch. When I lit the first one and inhaled, I coughed and gagged for a long time. “Shit, how can people do this?” But I knew kids in my previous school who did, so I kept at it. Three cigs in, I wasn’t coughing any more. “I didn’t know you japanese smoke. Those things will kill you.” Paul said from across the fence. I showed him a smile, “I just feel like it.” Sue--------(After shaking off a couple of tears,) Are you sure you don’t want to work towards having a starring role at that wedding? The japanese sensation was making me emit a low moaning hum from the pleasure. “You know me . . . As I reached my peak I opened my eyes and saw the 3 of them looking down at me. I was soooo embarrassed that I wanted to crawl into a corner and die. “I d-don’t think so,” Stephanie answered, staring intently at her fidgeting fingers as her face flushed chinese red. So I did. "She's back." She quickly removed the plastic friend from her mother’s glistening amateur inner reaches to receive a disappointed moan. “Tell me I’m asian wrong.” She replied with a bark in her tone. (I mean, airhostess are very hot and sexyy) I winked at Kora as I finished shaping teen the dildo out of energy. And I still wasn’t sure what to make of it all. “When you’re both done, come join us in the living room.”