One fuck could last as long as two hours. My wife just loved the, uh, er, uh, attention. But, the story gets even stranger.He would drink another beer... and get hard almost immediately. He would not toke or do any other party d**g. He just did the beer. And “BOING”, he was back up. Though my wife and I were freaked by his method, my wife and I did not care how he did it. We both only cared that he did it.I remember being sent out for the second and third cold six packs. We kept him fueled. And. Bob is fifty-seven and Debbie is fifty-eight. Debbie is the baby-sitter for all the families in the row. The subdivision was called Serene Acres. Each lot was to be two and a half acres, so they were fairly large lots. Each of the houses was a single story so as to be hidden by the trees along the road and the eight-foot high fence behind each home. The houses were set back from the main road (old Hiway 21) one hundred-fifty feet.So my kids had some other kids to play with mainly Kirsten and TJ. Since she was near the back of the convoy, she could see six bikers in front of her. That was six bikers that could not look behind them or—more important—shoot at her.Lara knew that she was an inviting target to however many bikers were behind her and did not intend to make herself an easy mark. As soon as she cleared the trucks she gunned her bike and began to weave back and forth. From behind her she heard gunfire but thankfully none hit. Looking back, she saw three bikes. Sooner or later. "Stacy nodded, "Of course you can. I was only trying to ... okay, I admit it. I wanted to have sex with him. But I also did it to protect you. I know you're still ... you know ... a virgin."Natalie bristled, "So I haven't had as much experience as you, the turbo slut ... that doesn't mean—" Turbo slut!?" Stacy protested. "Before a few minutes ago, the only guy I'd ever slept with was Brian, you little bitch!"Natalie started, "What?! But you've had like ... twenty boyfriends in the last few.