It was on a Friday Summer night in New York City in 1993. We were coming from a friend’s house and we did not fuck for a week. We were both excited ...nd horny. On our way home we stopped by a Video store and rented couple of the bi male sex movies. After we put the k**s to sleep we went to our room and started watching the excitement. At that night we watched two movies . All the time we were watching we were taking a small break for kissing and touching. Her favorite kisses were when we french. At this point, Lance was entirely out of commission and no longer posed a threat to a dandelion seed pod, let alone a reasonably strong and somewhat large adult male. The fight had been ended quickly and efficiently, although not without injury. John, however, had a certain degree of apathy when it came to the guilt of injuring people standing over his son with a knife.John stepped over him with characteristic sangfroid, adeptly picked up his son in his arms, and with Jill’s help, folded down. " He reached into the purse for a handkerchief. "Superman,you've been through a lot of amazing transformations, with RedKryptonite and all. Have you ever been turned into a girl?" Yes and no," he said. "What I mean is, I've never actually been a girl,except in a vivid mental vision that happened when I was living inSmallville as Superboy. I was patrolling the town one afternoon when Ispotted an alien spacecraft above the clouds. The sight of a flying boyapparently startled the woman who was. Just call us crazy. Sometimes that's really the best way to look at it.Of course, I didn't know a lot of this yet. And Kelsey was still giving me weird looks."So, uhm," she said. "You. You like the pain?"I nodded solemnly. That was a bald-faced lie. I was playing with her mind, that was the simple fact."Uhm." Kelsey swallowed. "Why?"I considered that for a moment, tilting my head, looking skyward, my mouth slightly open. It was an appropriate gesture. Partially it showed that I was annoyed—so.