I was really rough digging my nails into his scalp and working the shampoo into a head full of lather. As he was still bent over the sink, I told Ken...we needed to do an inspection. I pulled Jack's panties down around his ankles as Ken and I began to inspect his body. Ken said the back and chest would need shaved and under his arms. I ran my hand over his buns and then roughly pulled his cheeks apart revealing his crack and butt hole. "We've got a lot of work to do on his pussy hole. Looks. "'Men are haunted by that infinite hollow and its sense-making allure,and so they crave it, desire it, desire its end, its knowledge, its--touse here a Strangelove-ian phrase--its essence. They must penetrate,invade, conquer, destroy, inhabit, impregnate and if necessary even beconsumed by it. It really comes down to what men lack. They lack thehollow, the uterine cavity, any creative life-yielding physiologicalincavation. The whole thing's about womb envy or vagina envy, whateveryou. (I presume this was a big enough problem that they had to pass this law?In Maryland, it is illegal to sell condoms from vending machines with one exception: prophylactics may be dispensed from a vending machine only “in places where alcoholic beverages are sold for consumption on the premises.” (Is this a great country or what? Not as great as Guam!)If you yelled for 8 years, 7 months and 6 days, you would have produced enough sound energy to heat one cup of coffee. (Hardly seems worth it)If. She'll be back and take my place very early, and I move into the guest room."I nodded. This would be the first time that Stacy and I hadn't slept together because of being with someone else since we were married. I felt a little uncomfortable about that, and even a little jealous of Matt.Lisa welcomed the two of us into her home with a grin. She only had on a robe, and I guessed at the door that she was naked underneath. She pointed the guest room out to us, and then headed off to be with John,.