“It’s a porn star party. You have to dress slutty.” “Yeah, I’ve been meaning to bring this up,” she said casually, turning back to examin... the store’s selection. “What exactly is a ‘porn star party’? I mean…it sounds like an excuse to get girls to dress in slutty little costumes.” I let out a light laugh at my girlfriend’s comment and nodded slightly. “Actually…that’s pretty much exactly what it is.” My friend Will had been throwing his annual porn star party for the last few years. As. Standing in front of the toilet, he looked down at the receptacle, then back up at his stiff erect member, the back down at the porcelain appliance. "How the hell am I gonna make this work?"Gingerly he tried pushing it down a little to aim in the correct direction. "Oh my god! god that hurts! That's not going to work." Tom resigned himself to the fact that he was going to have to sit down in order to empty his bladder. Even then he found he had to lean way forward and still aim his cock in a. She could draw him into the garden, tease him to arousal, use him the way they do. With a sharp blade at his throat, and her lips on his skin, he would never know that she was merely a human with needs. If he were one of them, he might let her take as she pleased, using her before destroying her. The fantasy was tempting. But, she had a job to do. Her research had shown her that one of them was using this restaurant as a hunting ground. It had taken weeks to get a job here, and longer to narrow. Meiersdottir's days were as occupied as ever by her regular sessions with Joe and two or three others who periodically joined them, but her evenings were more full. She still spent a great deal of time (and every night) with Igwanda, but she now was also focused on such things as designing a dress and otherwise making wedding plans."I've decided I'd like to do it here, Carlos," she told him. "If we did it on the ship everybody could be there, and that would be nice, but it would leave them"—she.