. operatives, must have been 'in place' before we arrived. Maybe the guy should have kept those bloody gates closed.Our arrival on the forecourt of th... clinic, brought a security guy out to ask what we wanted, I think. I can't say what happened to that guy really, after he came down the steps he just disappeared. The Carpenters' guys again, I believe.Ronnie Mackintosh led our entourage into the entrance hall, where we found another guy sitting behind a long high desk or counter. He immediately. Shirt stinks. Frothy dribble slops from juicy lips. Lips babble nonsense sounds. I can feel myself becoming brain-damaged. Brain tissue is gently being sanitized. Gently being neutered. Gentle being sterilised by the throb. Throb. Throb. Throb. Rhythmic. Rhythmic. Throb. Throb. Dribble slops onto my twitching penis, it is already wet and frothy, it is becoming spastically erect as my brain is gently lobotomised. Head twitches. Hands still grasp and scrabble at the ring. Grasp-grasp. Throb.. “We’re supposed to watch a couple of movies, and she’s ordering some pizza.” His hand strayed across the space separating them in the truck and he gripped her thigh with a friendly squeeze. As usual, his hand strayed north and this time she didn’t slap his hand away as he began to play. The traffic was light and it took no time at all to get to Carrie’s house. She was standing at the door as they pulled up into the driveway. Marcia had always liked Carrie. They had been working together for. 19 years old and going to collage. I haven't ascertained her dreams, hopes and ambitions, but I like that she is trying to be something more than her stripper friend.She did a little research on me too. Asking my buddies about me and actually getting my phone number from one of them.We finally connected yesterday, with a text out of the blue. We met for a light lunch and things progressed from sitting across the table to sitting beside oneanother, hand holding and a light kiss. I am.