When was the last time you shot your wad! Blew your load. Spilled your seed. Popped your cocky. Get it?" Timmy nodded, looking puzzled."Geez, boss, I ...on't know. Week or more, I guess. Why? You hungry?" He laughed."Yeah, wise-ass," Wade said, giving Timmy a sham pissed-off look. "Put it on my next salad, will you? And hold the mayo. No, dumbfuck... I need a guy for a glory hole scenario for tonight, in Studio 2 at 9 pm. You available, dumbshits--yes or no?" Yeah, I guess so. I have nothing. One of the prisoners, one of the three in orange jump suit, was captured as he tried to hitch a ride less than a mile from the crash scene. His location was reported by a motorist concerned that a man in a prison jump suit was hitchhiking. The caller had only provided that information in his initial call to the communication center, but then, as he traveled further down the highway and discovered the wrecked transport vehicle, the citizen became far more animated during his second call to. Of course, with the goal being a willing wet female, that gives me plenty of incentive.I had met Paula about a month or so after I moved in. She had lived there for about 5 years, but her daughter was away at college (ASU) and as I learned later, her husband had passed away. The first few times we passed each other on the blacktop walking path around the development, our dogs had glared at each other, with some growling as well. But then, as time moved on, our dogs began to speak to each other,. "Come here," urged Pat as he pulled John up onto the beach by hisrampant cock. He soon positioned John on the sand and knelt beforehim. John noted that Pat had a classic female shape, and that his/herlegs folded up underneath wide thighs that flowed into a very nice setof hips and plump firm ass. His/her waist sharply indented above thehips and then flowed back out gently into a small rib cage anddelicate shoulders. Pat's nipples seemed darker and slightly puffy,but no other significant changes.