Bloodhound
She was so pretty. Lisa, such a pretty name. She looked like a fifties pin-up model. She was curvy, with wide hips, an ass that was to die for and breasts that could make a great place to lay my head. She wasn’t too skinny. There was meat on her bones, nice handfuls, I bet she was so soft. I may not have slept with a woman before, but my mom always said I was a cuddler when I was younger. My mama was a voluptuous woman. She gave the best hugs, so was Nye, and although I would never tell Knuckles, I’ve had a couple of wet dreams about Nye. The woman was gorgeous.
Lisa was the exact type of woman I liked. When I first saw her, my stomach immediately cramped, and I was sure if she had said hi to me, or touched me, I would have thrown up. When I waved at them, I was so s
