He was feeling a thousand thoughts together, calculating in his mind all the outcomes of interacting with her. But not Bryan
. --That Evening—
Bryan was in his garage, waxing his bike.
. I remembered that I have not taken a shower in days and that the smell and taste down there must be horrific, but she obviously didn’t mind it and the fact, that this cutie was actually cleaning my filthy ass with her tongue, turned me on even more.
.
Maybe it was the number of fight tapes I rented - she must
have thought it was strange that I sat up nights watching
white guys take the beatings of their lives at the hands of
Tommy Hearns, Sugar Ray or Mike Tyson. Wepner was typical; a thirty-three year old liquor
salesman, a big man slow man that could hit hard enough to
gain a few knockouts over opponents that were even slower
than they were
. I watched the movements of
his body; the dark brown skin of his, and the curl and play
of dozens of hard, tight muscles
He was feeling a thousand thoughts together, calculating in his mind all the outcomes of interacting with her. But not Bryan
. --That Evening—
Bryan was in his garage, waxing his bike.
. I remembered that I have not taken a shower in days and that the smell and taste down there must be horrific, but she obviously didn’t mind it and the fact, that this cutie was actually cleaning my filthy ass with her tongue, turned me on even more.
.
Maybe it was the number of fight tapes I rented - she must
have thought it was strange that I sat up nights watching
white guys take the beatings of their lives at the hands of
Tommy Hearns, Sugar Ray or Mike Tyson. Wepner was typical; a thirty-three year old liquor
salesman, a big man slow man that could hit hard enough to
gain a few knockouts over opponents that were even slower
than they were
. I watched the movements of
his body; the dark brown skin of his, and the curl and play
of dozens of hard, tight muscles
He was feeling a thousand thoughts together, calculating in his mind all the outcomes of interacting with her. But not Bryan
. --That Evening—
Bryan was in his garage, waxing his bike.
. I remembered that I have not taken a shower in days and that the smell and taste down there must be horrific, but she obviously didn’t mind it and the fact, that this cutie was actually cleaning my filthy ass with her tongue, turned me on even more.
.
Maybe it was the number of fight tapes I rented - she must
have thought it was strange that I sat up nights watching
white guys take the beatings of their lives at the hands of
Tommy Hearns, Sugar Ray or Mike Tyson. Wepner was typical; a thirty-three year old liquor
salesman, a big man slow man that could hit hard enough to
gain a few knockouts over opponents that were even slower
than they were
. I watched the movements of
his body; the dark brown skin of his, and the curl and play
of dozens of hard, tight muscles
Lucy Graves