They called every pod their home. The pod was just a main room with sofa like cushions scattered around at different elevations, it had a small area t...at served drinks and food, and two smaller separate pods for sleeping, some homes had four sleeping pods, but Jenny and Melissa were very young and decided to live together without anyone else. Every pod was linked to the E-net and every person could control the level of information that flowed out of, and into, the pod.“Hi, Jenny,” said Melissa,. The whole gang had arrived and had settled in for a long Sunday’s something or other. The hullabaloo on VJ Day 1945 in New York City was something to witness. The somewhat muted riot of togetherness in the Carter home—the Douglas venue thereof—was a close second.The pancakes and bacon were consumed with a passion. The hopeful toasts that followed the food, made with coffee mugs and water glasses, were for my benefit.“To the brother who saved my life,” announced Ronald.“To my daddy, David. Turning his attention to the deck floor, he thought for a long moment. Lena slipped on the sweater. She pulled her long hair out from under the collar then stretched it over her shoulders. As she brushed her hair, she thought she saw movement from behind the shutters of the window. She walked around the bed and drew the shutters open. There was nothing but a clear view of forest just a few feet from the deck Lena pursed her lips tightly then turned and exited the bedroom. When he heard her. Then, slowly reached forward and gripped his brother's cock tightly in her hands. It felt like rubber, and it was so hard, it couldn't be bent. It was so much different than the little boys' limp things whom she baby sat next door. Avery groaned. Becca began to rub her hands up and down the thick shaft. She was very nervous. Butterflies whirled around her stomach all the way to her pussy. She was very wet. Avery's hand shot forward and rested on her boobs. The butterflies multiplied as he.