And then he thought that any simple and mindless job would do, because whatever systems that had been firmly in place had suddenly loosened up, much l...ke floorboards that started to warp and wobble a bit. He knew that his fate, however, rested ultimately with God, but sometimes God goes silent all of a sudden, as though there is no transmission from him at all. It was only the voice of the television trapped in his skull, as though the sides of his head were really walls that kept narrowing him. I was wearing baggy boxers so my ball were pretty much already hanging out of my shorts. as she got to the top of my thigh her hand brushed against them and she slowly began to stroke and caress my balls all the while watching my cock get hard and fill my shorts.her hand running over my balls caressing them was turning me on so much and i could see the dampness beginning to show were the pre cum was running from my cock. after a few minutes she pulled her hand out of my shorts and gripped my. He thought that Dayton would be a swell place to raise your kids, in a 1950's sort of way. The stores were brightly lit. Drivers obeyed stop signs. He wondered how many minivans there were per capita in this city. It had to be high.There were no signs of the children of Typhon about, as he had decided to rename his prey. Children of Typhon had a more dramatic ring to it than monsters. The police blotters were quiet and murders had been mostly domestic violence the preceding week. He hadn't. .. uh ... come."Each night the dream seemed to take him a little closer though."After you wake do you ever attempt to finish yourself off manually?"Mike blushed again, remembering his furtive night time trips to the toilet."Yes," he confessed. "But I never manage it."He would sit on the toilet and rub his hand up and down his swollen cock until it was sore from the fiction, but he couldn't find relief or even produce so much as a single drop. Eventually he'd give up, go back to bed and lie.