"It's bursting at the seams with ... junk."She carried another box. "You know what we should do?" What?" Instead of tossing the stuff in the dumpster,...we should have a barn sale. We could set up tables in the parking lot here -- a dollar table, a two-dollar table; cash-and-carry. We could advertise on Craigslist and in the paper. We might make a little money." It sounds like an awful lot of work for not much return." You have to sort it out, anyway. At the end of the day, anything that's left. We wanted to like the people we screwed, be able to talk with then before and after, be able to go out to dinner and dancing with them, to be genuinely friendly with them.We studied the swinging magazines for ads that seemed interested in that sort of relationship; there weren't many, just a few."Let's answer one of the ads" I said Lizbeth, "what's the harm in it?" Who knows what those people are like?" my wife said objecting, "They could be real weirdoes, or the ads might be phonies; who. Kim said, in her best imitation of a British accent, “Mary, my love, I do believe you two may have started a white sock fetish. Our cheerleading socks? Where is it?” Kim jumped out of bed and began looking for my used sock. She found it near my gym bag and held it up to her nose and made an exaggerated sniff. “Hmmmm” she said, “My little loves pussy and her boyfriend’s cum. Wonderful!!” We showered together and I told Kim how badly I wanted to suck and fuck Jeff. She. Last bit: Any time there's content that readers may not enjoy, I'll try to label it at the beginning of the chapter. Anyway, enjoy the story, and thanks again for reading!PROLOGUE: David wandered the wasteland. He had to scavenge daily for everything. Food, water, and other supplies. All scarce in the massive desert. Then again, he'd become an expert at scavenging over the years. That thought struck him, and he realized it had been more than 7 years since he'd been exiled from Navarra. They.