I wake up three or four times a night lately, and I know I woke up out of a dream, but for the life of me I can't remember what it was. All I know is ...hat my pussy is totally drenched, and then I start playing with myself, and I know that if I can remember what it was I was dreaming about, I'll be able to cum and get some decent sleep. But I can't remember.So I go through the day totally exhausted and totally frustrated. Not good times.And other people are starting to notice, like Jillian.. ‘You gotta check this out, man,’ Rick said, ‘they’re destroying these sluts!’Steve looked in. Two camera men and a boom mike operator were circling an orgy that was entering a final furious stage. On one end of a couch, three giant, hulking studs were tearing into a leggy bimbo, each of them savagely driving a trio of steel-hard, baseball-bat length dicks into her writhing, tanned form. It was difficult to really make out the girl thanks to the sweat-glinting slablike bodies that had the slut. I never said I was perfect. I got what I wanted for my child and me.Just because he quit school in his senior year doesn't mean he was dumb. He looked around and decided he wasn't going to get rich flipping burgers. He couldn't act, sing or paint. But he could schmooze others. He convinced the local Mercury dealership to let him sell cars on a trial basis. He even let them pay him commission only, which could have gotten them in a lot of trouble if the state found out. Within two months, he was. "Why did we pay this guy anyway?"The man answered for him. "Because you're taking my time. Time is money. You want to poke into people's business, you got to pay. We done here?"They tried to think up more questions, but got nothing further from the man, who waved at the camera and said "Hi, Honey", got in the van and drove away. He drove somewhat erratically, with a few stops and starts and a little screeching of tires. The cameraman joked that he was laughing so hard he couldn't.