As they gathered the colonel began giving instructions. Those who were not already in their electrified clothing—many had switched to more abbreviat...d attire for daily wear—were to don it immediately; "it will provide some grounding in case of lightning strikes," the colonel explained. "They must be activated, though. Do so if I call; I will warn the Edenites first." The suits would indeed save lives, but in a way the colonel never envisioned.Within twenty minutes he had gathered them into a. My walk will be different, my talk, and my name.Nothing about me's going to be the same.I'm gonna change my way of living, and that ain't no shock.Why, I'm thinking of changing the way I gotta set my clock.Because nobody loves you, when you're old and gray,There'll be some changes made today.There'll be some changes made. +++ "The Medallion of Zulo"By Ellie Dauber (c) 2002 Marriage can change, and things just get stale.And that's the reason for this crazy tale.When you grow old, you don't last. It was easy going into her with all the juices. “It’s my love juice”, she cooed. “Put your finger all the way inside me!” As I probed at her entrance, she gave a squeal when I massaged a bud like spot. “That’s my clitoris, honey. It feels real good when you massage it gently. I like two fingers, one on each side!” she added. “Oh yes, like that. It feels good lower too! Run your fingers down and go partly in and then run them back to my clit!” she gasped and then cried out, ” Ooh-yes– yes-. Her bra was white,lacy, and had a tiny light blue decorative bow infront. It pushed her breasts together enough to makea small but quite heavenly cleavage. I could hardly wait to suck on those tits. I moveddown to her Capri pants, undid the button and thezipper, and slid them down over her hips and to thefloor. Her panties matched the bra. I held her handwhile she stepped out of the pants. Her skin wasabsolutely flawless, honey-colored, smooth, soft,with very pale, very fine hairs on her arms.