I saw Miss Elaine many times, and had a perfect spot where I could see the whole stage, and press against a banister to get the full pleasure of ejacu...ation (looking at a girl could make my penis cum all by itself, but if it's got nothing to squeeze against, that can be quite painful. Having tight trousers helps too). There was also Miss Carol who danced at the Flowerpot, and they had guest dancers too - I remember one voluptuous black girl who was so bosomy I had a stiff erection before I even. " But..." interjected Mrs. Swampwater."Mrs. Swampwater," interrupted the delivery man in a stern voice, quite unlike the polite, indulgent delivery man voice he had used to that point. "I still have another gang rape, two homicidal maniacs, and a rabid dog to deliver this afternoon. I would like a chance to get home and watch telly tonight." Telly?" Sputtered the confused woman."Yes. There's a Kojak festival tonight." He handed her the clipboard and returned to the polite, indulgent delivery. Her eyes were big and brown and she smelled sweet. When we were ready for bed, I had desperately wanted to ask her to sleep in my bed. Even if nothing happened, I wanted her close to me. But I knew I could never resist her if she did. It wasn't fair to her if I fucked her when she was this stoned and unable to think straight. I gave her a blanket, let her sleep on the couch and went to my room. I almost went out there a few times and fucked the hell out of her. I knew she had sexual addiction,. .. I thought at first you were peeing in me but the feeling absorbed into me and suddenly I could feel myself falling onto you, taking you in completely." She glanced down and back up. She had known from the night before that I was packing something impressive, but she was still having difficulty believing what had happened in the shower.I nodded. "Yes, that's exactly right." I stopped, waiting to see if she wanted to ask another question. Her look suggested that I explain. I had seen it enough.