These little carts do twenty miles an hour."Lilly jabbed, "I'm glad, because I don't think I could handle you driving a car. I would be afraid we woul... have us an accident. You would either wreck or I would piss my pants."Raven replied in mock anger, "Why I ought to stop right now, and oh, never mind. You would beat my ass." They both cracked up laughing. Raven liked her a lot. They could be fast friends. They talked about life and love, all the way to Raven's apartment. As they entered the. We'd known each other for over twenty years, all the way back to when we'd been in high school together. We'd even joined the Army on the same day. He'd gone into the Infantry and I'd gone into the Artillery. We'd even finished training within a few days of each other.That had been fifteen years ago, now. Two years in Germany, and another year at Fort Lewis, and we had still been together. Then came the mission. I was grabbed up by a senior officer for the Special Forces unit at Fort Lewis, and. He felt like pounding his prick to relieve the tension, but he remembered how he'd angered Betty Jane when he'd creamed in his jeans. And he was still hoping that the attractive divorcee might seduce him later, when he brought the dog back. If there was a hope of that, the boy certainly didn't want to waste a fine hard-on and spill his jism by hand. Still, it was uncomfortable with his cockmeat bloated and pounding in his jeans, and the thought of getting it emptied was pleasant. If only he. She was quite aware of primitive rituals, rites of passage, the vision quest and how extremes of the body could create extremes of the mind, archaeology is a specific branch of anthropology after all. The torture of pleasure she was currently enduring added an intensity that was definitely an extreme of the body in addition to her exhaustion, hunger, thirst and soreness from the sex maiden. The heavier than lead weight of the phallus inside her was a relentless excitement of its own. Her.