Life was not over.So one Saturday, I decided that I was going to purge my apartment ofMargie.She had taken almost all of her stuff, but as a final "fu...k-you" to me,she had left behind ten gorgeous pairs of stockings, five lacy and/orruffled garter belts, five lacy bras, some pretty nighties and threepairs of come-fuck-me, stiletto pumps.I got a box to put that stuff into. Was going to throw it all out.Break Margie's hold on me.All very good intentions.Until I held a pair of black stockings in. ." Eva said, carefully removing the glove from Wolfgang's hand, pulling it inside out from his fingers. She put the latex into a plastic zip-lock bag, closing it tightly while Wolfgang recovered the shell casings with muttered curses. A lot of old brass lay scattered on the ground and he was tempted to let it go, but the habit was a good one and not worth breaking.An hour later they were driving out of the largely barren hills which were being reforested only slowly. Wolfgang turned onto a. And I had them state how they wanted their rolls on the “interactive sex chart” to be modified, and by how many points before each roll.They were all laughing, especially as John and Deana went into “extra innings”, one of her rolls had given her the ability to “recharge” her partner regain his potency and was able to continue with his “time engaged” reset back to 0. Finally, after over a half hour everybody was well satisfied, and I awarded treasure and experience."Pete, this ending was. I was just plain fascinated with looking at cocks and their differences. I am cut, others were not. The first cock other than mine that I touched was that of my older brother, and he was several years older than I. I started to touch his cock in his sleep because I saw it hard one night and was tempted to touch it. He didn't react so I actually took it into my hand and felt it. I liked the feel, so I held it a while and it just throbbed in my hand. It quickly started oozing a clear fluid.