I said it was back-ordered; you'll get it eventually. For now, you'll have to make do with what we've got in stock."Frustration tasted bitter, Jack wa...ted what he had ordered and not some substitute."Next," said the clerk.Forced past the desk by those in line behind him, Jack stumbled toward the exit. Then he turned and pushed his way back toward the petty bureaucrat, squeezing himself in at the head of the line again. He didn't make anyone happy doing this, but at the moment, he didn't. Do you want to touch them?”“Oooh! May I? Do you mind? Jules? Jim?”“I'd like that.” “Go for it Rosemary. It would be nice if you stroked us a bit.”Of course, as soon as she started to stroke my two favourite lovers' cocks, they grew to their full length and were rock hard, although still soft to touch. I knew that her husband's cock was circumcised, whereas these two were uncut. Rosemary lost herself in fascination as she played with their foreskins, sliding them back to reveal their cock heads.. Even though they were together in the household they drifted apart into their own psychic worlds. Preston’s poetry turned detached and aloof, while Amanda’s poetry thrived with fierce descriptions of nature and the environment. Their house sat on an acre of land, and even though a dense suburbia surged in their direction, Amanda still made time to plant a colorful garden of violets, daisies, roses, and tulips in their backyard. She had Preston give a group of her poems to his editor, and the. Her mouth and big blue eyes moved exactly the same when she repeated the syllable. Dammit, why it's always me who gets stuck in the same room with a broken robot? She recovered, and I could swear that I heard a crackle from her.Bubbles, now wearing a cheerleader costume, entered a room. Both Sara and Yolanda followed. "Mistress, are you feeling alright?" Sarah walked to the lady, and checked her."Yes, thank you, honey. I need a checkup, that is all. What time is now?" The ladies looked at me.