Was that some sisterly expressionof interpersonal closeness, or was it a come-on? You never know with thesepeople.They traded places, and Bartlett wr...te "my inability to achieve solitudemakes me settle for substandard relationships" on the dollar bill.The store was small, lit with humming fluorescent fixtures, and smelled likefruit, plastic and cleaning supplies. Bartlett wandered through the rack ofchewing gum choices, as her friend picked up a roll of Mentos. Bartlettlooked at her, made eye. She was in line ahead of me, and obviously upset at the news reports. We ended up having a nice conversation while giving blood in adjacent recliners. I was rather proudly wearing my seven-gallon pin and was somewhat surprised to find her donations totaled more than ten gallons! Without preaching, she pointed out that the average woman has less blood to begin with, loses some each month from menses, and so gives more of herself when donating. Before we left she told me about the restaurant. Holding her hand, I walk Sue to the door and turn to say goodbye to Kelly, who comes to hug Sue and then me."Now, don't you two do anything that I wouldn't do," says Kelly with a grin and a wink.Sue and I look at each other and laugh. Kelly has always been the wild child, and if half the rumors are true, Sue and I have carte blanche tonight. I'd chosen a highly rated fusion restaurant at a conference center, thinking we probably needed to eat light if there was dancing later. I hand the keys to. It landed in the clear puddle formed below me to contrast nicely with the red coloring of the floors finish. The tenth wasn’t really a cumshot at all, just a drop of sperm that refused to fall from my dick until I squeezed and shook the tip. I sat back on my haunches breathing hard as only cumming can make one pant. My body shook as I continued to stroke but nothing came out. The room was silent, only the clock on the wall breaking the silence. I was exhausted; the whole ordeal, from me.