No one would know. Her television was on. The news stories were getting weirder. One news copter caughter a buxom nude woman with brightly colored mac...w wings flying past it. A coast guard copter had been destroyed by a water spout caused by a naked black cheerleader whose lower end was a twirling tornado, just like the Tazmanian devil on the cartoons. The tornado girl had hit the water, sucking it up in a waterspout that rose to hit the copter. It probably wasn't intentional. The waterspout. Martha makes my bed, looks after my laundry and tidies up after me, as well as clean the pub and generally keeps company with Gus during the rest of the day, making sure he never forgets his gas mask.I promised Mary that I would write a letter to her regularly and I do send her one or two letters every week and, every week, I get one or two letters in reply from Mary.Because of the war, sometimes there’s up to two or three weeks go by with none received then I get several letters turn up. I noticed that most of the diary entries during WWII dealt with the MC device. Once that had proven to be a success, albeit limited by pre-transistor technology, Brantwell and his Inner Circle moved on to the next challenge: Time Travel. In his diaries, Brantwell explained that the intense dreams experienced by MC Device controllers after straining themselves were actually "windows" to another time or dimension, he wasn't sure which. He wrote about trying to develop a means to control trips. One was blond and nearly hairless, his back to me, his ass tight. The other was a brunette with a little body hair, he stood with his side facing me. His balls were shaven and his uncut cock hung half erect in front of me. My heart was racing, my mouth watering..I wanted to taste him.They managed to open the package and turned toward me, the blond holding a ring. A cock ring. THAT was what the dangling chain was for! He asked me to stand. "You naughty, sexy boy!" he exclaimed as he fondled my.