"Yeah, I'm good." Though I didn't believe myself"Flashbacks again?" Is it that obvious?" Only to those who know you. Come on, we are headed to the bon...ire."Carl was my best friend of 20 years and is 5 years older than I am. We had grown up together in California and left when we both got a job at an oil refinery in the south. He was 6 feet tall and skinny as a rail, his meager 150 lbs covered in tattoos. He had been going bald for years and had taken to shaving his head every few days. Though. . a little shemale slut wanting to hump my leglike a horny pet... how pathetic! All the time desperately sucking on amodel of her own cock... of if only her real slutty cock could receivethat attention..."I feel her tugging the cock back and forth jerking my head from side toside, then suddenly it's off my face, pulling the gag and dildo from mymouth. I whimper as I feel her move away, then groan as the dildo in myass starts to vibrate."Well then slut, come along, time to get you locked up...". Since we expected the telepath to be a woman, we kept close tabs on every female who even glanced at us, and we found there was a lot of that going on because of our age.Because of the party, there were no workouts scheduled that day. The party was officially stated to end at midnight, but everyone knew that it generally ran until dawn.Greg had actually taken my comments about his tight jeans to heart. Before leaving for the party, he went to change his jeans. What I hadn’t suspected was that. ..So I was working as usual, I told you I work a lot didn't I, and it was a Thursday so I was doing my regular tour of supermarkets, reorganising and replenishing my clients products on their shelves because expecting the staff to arrange them neatly and attractively is like expecting England to win the world cup. You know what I mean, each time you get your hopes up, thinking they really can't be as bad as you remember, and each time you walk away disappointed, shaking your head at some stupid.