Forty nine boxes ofmiscellaneous memories, varying from the sacredly permanent to the throwaway snapshots of another time, and each had to be thrown a...ay or re-homed. Graham had always had great affection for the loft of the oldhouse, perhaps more so than any other room in the world.For the last five minutes or so though he had found himself lookingthrough a hole in the roof, watching the people in the street belowshuffle around on the icy streets. It was trying its best to snow, but itwas too. You see, to the outside world, Marlene presents a very brusque, very business-like persona. She's always kept her brown hair short in an easy-to-maintain style, she's always gone easy on the makeup and she dresses very conservatively.Guys at college thought of her as an ice queen, but it didn't take me long to learn that behind that wall was a caring, warm and very sexy woman.One thing I have always been able to do is sell things, especially myself. Some people have it, most people don't. I do.. "That's easy for you to say," Amy shot back. "You're such a slut; you give it up to anyone that could wear a pair of pants. They don't even have to be male. What do you know about monogamy?"I felt Cindi stiffen in my arms. My heart broke as I saw the hurt look on her face.It wasn't as if Cindi minded being called a slut. It wasn't exactly an insult in our race. By the Judeo-Christian standards so prevalent in human society, our females were sluts. What hurt Cindi so much was that it was Amy. That’s how hot it is between us. Now that we’ve crossed the line, we are two men who find in each other the hottest experience of our lives.”The Turk empties the bottle of wine and each man relaxes before they head into bed.“You want me to hold it, don’t you? You want the man in your life to hold your cock and feel it. You want my cock between your legs and pushing up against your hole. That’s what you’ll get, but that’s all you are going to get, despite the fact we could fuck like rabbits.