Male/Female

Warning: Silly inflation story. You know what to expect. Or if not, you should! No responsibility for loss of innocence or strange floaty sensations will be accepted!

It's the first day of summer here. It's a beautiful warm day and I'm headed down to Ashley's house for some pool fun. It's only a short walk from here. I get there and she's in the backyard laying down a slip n side. I guess this means no pool? She's wearing a lime green one piece swimsuit. She looks damn good in it, too. To give you an idea, she's a an ample breasted, average sized brunette.

"Hey Pat ," she exclaims. I greet her with the same amount of enthusiasm.

"The pool's not ready for swimming yet, so I brought out the slip n slide, " she says.

Sam was in the midst of a great moral quandary. He liked butts. He liked them big. His new co-worker, Sandra, had a wonderfully enormous ass. She was a little chubby and had a set of pretty decent knockers, but her most prominent feature was her enormous ass, which she stuffed into a short skirt or tight pair of pants every day. She had long black hair and a hawk-like face. Sam knew she was going to cause problems. Sam's problem was thus: he was married. And to a wonderful woman with a beautifully round ass.

The flame in the fireplace cast a warm glow throughout Gwen's living room, the flickering light soothing her as she lay curled up in a blanket on her sofa, reading a book and sipping hot cocoa. Starting when she was little, she, along with her brother and sisters, always slept by the fireplace on Christmas Eve, eagerly anticipating Santa's arrival. And of course, once they had all inevitably fallen asleep, their parents would tiptoe in and lay all their gifts out.