“Missed the bastard,” Ted Rogers sighed as Desmond fainted at the last second and the 350 horsepower diesel shunting locomotive passed harmlessly ...ver Desmond for the third time.“Oh well, next time may be?” Al suggested to Ted as he stood behind him in the cab. Al kept an eye on Desmond as Ted opened her up for the climb to Hartly Main Colliery and the old coal wagons thundered harmlessly over Desmond’s supine body. Desmond woke again. This time his mind worked overtime. He was lying on a. What it is is that you experience an almost constant erection." Well, yeah, I do. So is there a cure for that?" Again, there is no cure for satyriasis or for erectile dysfunction, but there is treatment." Well, Doctor, the thing is, it's not just my problem. It's my wife's too. Thing is, I do have uncontrollable sexual desire, and an almost constant erection, but you see what a problem that is for my wife. I mean I've just about, to put it crudely, worn her out. I have to admit, I do have a. The most noticeable thing to her was how heavy and hot it was. Pushing it further back, she saw his ball sack reaching down to mid-thigh and she could only imagine how full each nut must be with the syrup contained within. Slowly drawing her fist up the shaft, she paused just below the crown and squeezed him gently so that a large drop of dew appeared. Peeking up at Mr. Johnson, she bent her head and deftly licked the pearl away with her tongue. "Never let it be said," she smiled as she got to. She doesn’t seem to mind.I’m starting to notice less details. I think my eyelids are heavy but I’m a little too sleepy to know for sure. My arm is around her waist and she touches it now, underneath the blanket. Less heavy now.“So Tom…,” she whispers, “What did you have in mind? I don’t think you ever said.”I yawn. “When is Maltese Falcon again?”“Wednesday. I think at 6.”“Pretty early,” I say. “I suppose we can hang out afterwards?”“Hmm...I suppose so.” She laughs. “Tom-per Pedic…”“So dumb,” I.