Today was the day to start getting back to normal. Work was calling, and I was damn well going to go. Finally she gave up; I went.It was actually pret...y much a non-event. I drove in early, as I was used to in order to beat the rush hour, and the parking lot was only about half full as usual. But most of the people in my department were already in or came in shortly after me, and everybody greeted me enthusiastically and inquired about my health."You had the chicken pox?" several people demanded. Short black jean shorts and brown ankle boots completed the look. "Fran!" I yelled as I came down the stairs that led to the living room. Fran and Doug were our oldest friends, we knew everything about each other. Doug and Jeff had gone on the road together, after Doug's accident he had tried to be a trainer or a judge but the long plane rides were not good for his back. Now he worked as a shift manager at one of the warehouses. "Look at you," Fran said as she looked at my Saints shirt. Fran. McCock told the civil authorities to get on with it and except for a very short lived mutiny, they did.The Harbourite POWs had been shuttled well out into the farmlands where they were told to work the farms and they would eat well and so would the rest of the population or they could sit on their rear ends and get thin and get very hungry. Your choice. The reports after several months were that the POWs had become model citizens with a very good football team. Their living equipment had come. “Are you just going to lie there all day? Or shall we do something more exciting” she called.“This is quite exciting, especially when I pause, I am so ready to cum, but I won’t, so when it subsides a bit, I can do it again”“It looks boring to me” she said, standing at the door: “What do you think about when you are jacking off like that, fantasies with other women or men, or what?”“Mostly just about what I am doing and feeling!” I said: “But just now I was remembering what happened to me the.