‘Hey, Old Man.’ Peter poured a pint of Walt’s favorite beer and placed it at his usual barstool. ‘How’s life?’ ‘For an old man, life is ...ood. You get to sit in the park and look at the pretty ladies without getting arrested, discounts for all your favorite vices, and enough stories to drive an insomniac to his bed. How is life on the other side of the bar?’ Walt began his long ritual of nursing his drink and munching on the free peanuts. ‘Okay. Chris is off tonight and I haven’t much to do.’. Where? Lora opened the small black case and John looked at the device she slid into her hand. It looked like the remote control for a television set, small and black with buttons, knobs, and switches. "You can play with it later. I need to teach you how to use it," she said with a hint of conspiracy in her voice. She looked up and nodded over John's right shoulder. "She's here. Your wife's here." John turned and looked behind him. It was his wife but not like he'd seen her before. She was. “You look as good as new!” John exclaimed with surprise.Dana poked her arm experimentally with a finger, but didn’t feel any kind of discomfort. She then looked down at her shapely thigh and the hideous purple bruise had vanished as well, leaving healthy tanned skin. “We’ve both been fully healed!” she gasped with surprise.“Amazing...” John said, shaking his head with wonder. “You healed so fast!”“I know!” Dana agreed, nodding animatedly. “It took a couple of weeks for my scars to heal, but. My elbows touching her boobs and after sometime she just came closer and placed her bum on my fingers. “What a bitch she is” I was wondering.she was not actually aware of me being awake as I was facing the bed and not facing her. She started waving my hairs and bit my ears and she saw my eyes were opened. I turned normal facing the fan and I smiled and she was tensed. She saw my tent on my shorts. I had not a big dick, it was around 5.5. I placed my hands on her boobs squeezed them, she.