It was 46 degrees with a brisk wind that made it feel even colder. He was bundled up in a his heavy coat and hat. He walked up to the front door and k...ocked.Irritated at the noise Tim was making, Bobby Joe’s wife answered the door. Bobby Joe was resting since he was scheduled to work the late shift that evening.“What?”“I need to speak to Bobby Joe.”“No. He’s sleeping,” she told Tim, not recognizing him in his coat and with his head covered by a stocking hat.Tim smiled and said, “Mrs. Mills. You. The kids going to ask me to borrow the car, not Don." Guess you're right, Joe," said Diane. "But damn it, I wish he had let me in on what was happening. He may have been sure I wouldn't go for this swap, and maybe I wouldn't have agreed. But he should have given me a chance. It feels like the son of a bitch loaned me out for a night or two while he tried another model. Right now I don't know what I would have said before he sent you in to slip that big salami to me. I'm still pretty steamed at. .. and snot.Drip ... Drip ... Drip Splat ... splat splat and the girls were piling through the door with cotton balls and handkerchiefs. Conflicting remedies were foisted on me and I was generally abused. HAL/Ricky actually WINKED at me. My head was cradled between a nice pair of boobs and the other two women were spit shining my face.I couldn't tell you whose boobs ... nor did I recognize the two who were cleaning me up because I was getting thin on blood due to nose leakage and harder parts. I don't care. i'll just lick her feet. or lick her asshole while she is riding him. i'll lick her pussy after he is done. i don't care if i eat some cum. i'll suck his dick too. with her. anything. she is our sexy angel. but we can never have her. she is out of our reach. and we are still there, alone, naked on a chair, with our dick in our hand. even more horny. no more plastic fuck dolls for us. now it's the real girls, the girls we see walking down the street, the girls we talk to at work,.