The television got aserious workout. I hate so-called "Reality TV"; there is nothing realabout it. Larry King is okay for a dirty old letch. Bill O'Re...lly, GlennBeck and Nancy Grace are a waste of good air, much less airtime. A personcan stomach only so many re-runs of Star Trek, Law and Order or CSI - thesame re-runs at that, over and over - before his or her brain rebels.There just had to be more to the meaning of Life than I Love Lucy andAndy Griffith!That left The Erotic Network, to which. “Dat’s wassup. You just got here and shit or sum?” “Yeah! Today,” the wide-hipped flat-chested prisoner lamented. “Yeah! Dey on some bullshit fah real! What dey got you in fuh?” “Criminal possession of a firearm,” Tony shook his head. “Two years.” “Damn shame. Look I gotta get back to the warehouse for work.” “So you on your own in here,” Tony asked. Damon replied, “What you mean?” “Do you have a sissy?” “Nah! I don’t get down like that!” “Too bad!” “Why you say dat,” the two hundred pound. She rubbed her hands along the inside of his legs. The she slid down and applied her active and talented tongue to the proper target. She dove for the shit canyon below and lodged her long mouth muscle within the circumference of the circle of fleshy tight sphincter."Whoa!" shouted Jack. "That's really good."She reached around and took his greased cock with her long fingers. His asshole squirmed with delight as her tongue applied pressure to the bunghole within, and his cock throbbed in ecstasy. The next three hours were the longest of my life, my emotions were in a turmoil, had they even gone for a meal?, or were they in bed at that moment?I cursed myself for not knowing where they’d gone, but what was the point in knowing that? If their meeting was as crucial as he’d said, I could hardly phone and interrupt it.Did he know she was naked under her dress? Was he fingering her now? I was driving myself mad so I did what any normal man would do, I went to the pub.They were already home.