"Not really, Bernie. It has been some time since I've seen you, but believe me, it's not been intentional. We're friends, and we have been for years."...Good, Arch. I'm glad to remembered that. Then you won't mind meeting me for a couple of beers at Clancy's after work. I don't keep beer at home, I would be guzzling it all the time. So I make it out every week or so for a couple of brews. I want you to join me, I need the company. How about it, Arch?" Bernie asked."Bernie, you aren't trying to. You can shoot you lovely spunk now’. It was as if on command, I let it out and believe me, I don’t think I have spunked so much cum juice in the last 10 years. Joy, was right, I was caught up in this make believe and did not protest at all when she took me to bed. Throwing me down, she said, ‘I now want you to put that lovely cock in my hot horny pussy’.She took my cock and soon massaged it hard and putting one fat thigh over it and started to move down on it."OH, yesses," she groaned when she. It’s not your fault, those thoughts.Laurie had said, They’re not? But I’m thinking them—Georgetta: They’re thinking you. Those thoughts happen to you, not by you.Laurie so wanted to believe it was not her fault to think such awful, hateful things. (Don’t you touch me you FUCKING NI–)I can help you, said Georgetta. We can help you.The pamphlet on the table, and the card stapled to the pamphlet, explained how Georgetta was going to help Laurie.Laurie, drowning in herself, took up the pamphlet and. It was three-forty-five in the morning and very doubtful anyone would be up for breakfast. *** Once they were in the limousine Char leaned on Len and with a little hint of guilt in her voice, “I’ve been such a whore tonight, do you still want me?” “Babe, you know I love it when you are slutty. Tonight really was the best show ever,” Len gave her a deep kiss and commented, “You taste like wine and cum. I hate to admit it but, I guess that makes me a cocksucker, by proxy. From now on, when you.