But here in his private sanctuary, sealed away fromthe outside world, he held no fear of being overheard. Here he could thinkhis own thoughts, speak t...em aloud, and truly be himself. The him wholiked pretty things, instead of the him that held such a bleak job. It wasalways a relief to get home and escape from reality.Well almost always. Today he was unable to fully immerse himself in hisfantasies, his job would not let him. He could gaze fondly at the prettythings in his closet, smile at their. The rain is so heavy that the road is completely washed out. The storm is like a typhoon, pounding on everything in the dark.The windows glow yellow. Tonight, the house is full. More than full. Inside are all ten officers of the Chicks Cum Loud sorority as well as ten freshmen girls who have pledged to the sisterhood.A beer delivery truck sits outside the open door, with light spilling out over the wet gravel outside, and plenty of other cars are parked here too. Such a big sorority doesn’t. Or a porn star. But either… Either way you would be richer than Oprah.”Immersed within the glorious rapture of the erotic sensations created by the large, white cock in her snatch, Sylvia missed most of what Brent had stated. What she didn’t miss were the words “porn star.” Thinking about David watching her at that moment, she couldn’t help but to recognize that she was already a porn star to him. She also realized that the way her pleasure was intensified at the thought of being watched while. Lynn talked in her sleep that night and she was angry. When she woke up, Erin was hoping that she had worked out her anger in her dreams. Inside her dreams, Lynn had all the time in the world to be pissed and violent and angry, and to heal. Erin finally fell asleep.I have woken up with a hangover before, but this morning was the worst. I had really tied one on the day before yesterday and yesterday when I woke up in jail, I was hungover. This morning, waking up in my own bed, with my wives, was.