. are we ever?At least, Pyewacket was around long enough to get them past the icky part. The icky part is where she used the roughness and pressure of...her tongue to induce bowel and urinary movement.Don't even think about me doing that. They graduated to the litter box just before Pye in the Sky; if there's a cat heaven.She hasn't come back and it's been nearly three weeks.Now cleanliness is not a problem, they swim in the pool daily. A quick rub with a towel and they're off to the sandbox.. It didn't matter, we had an understanding. I knew that he was aware of how grateful I was.The club was already loud, despite the small crowd. I made my way to the back as I slipped in ear plugs, not wanting to get a headache early, then have to sit through three hours of live bands. On the other side of the stage area was the DJ's booth, which was next to the load-in door. I said hi to Sherrie, the cute redhead who worked on Saturday night and stepped out the door.The back of the club was about. " Do you ever walk over the bridge?" I asked."No. Is it safe?" She seemed to consider the idea."Oh yeah," I said. "Especially in the afternoon. You just have to watchout for the idiots on bikes." I had nearly been knocked down on thebridge walkway before by bicyclists. "Would you like to give it a try?"Gayle thought for a moment, then grinned. "Sure," she said. "It might befun." Great!" I said. "Let me just check one more time." I looked down thetunnel again, but this time I hoped that I would. Everything seemed so natural, yet every nerve in my body was excited. I said to Tami, “Fuck baby, I’m horny as hell. You really turn me on.” She replied, “Yeah, me too. I wish there was something we could do about it.” Another pause, then I said, “Let’s watch each other masturbate. I like watching porn were a woman with big tits makes herself cum.” Tami grabbed the dildo, “Yeah, there is something that gets to me when I watch a good looking guy with a big dick jack off on my computer. Go ahead,.