Then I got up, tip-toed to the bathroom, propped a hoteldoor locking rod thing under the doorknob and showered quickly but thoroughly, moisturized and...brushed my teeth.The electricity still worked so I blow dried my hair.The Maglios were long gone.They seemed very stupid and zombie-like.“Oh no, no, noooo...” I said out loud, “The walking zombie fuckers.”No time to think.I got dressed, black jeans, black leather boots, white crop topand light black leather jacket.I even wore a bra, black, of. A lack of vigilance could be fatal.As he stepped through the narrow passage, hands grabbed at him from either side. Doc responded automatically. If it no longer spit fire, the walking stick still moved with a mind of its own. His right hand worked as a fulcrum as he swung the top of the stick down with his left. Its ironclad heel struck one assailant in the groin. Not stopping, Doc spun on the other attacker and struck out with the butt of the stick. A quickly raised hand deflected the blow,. ...I guess there wasnt too much underneath. Up until then I had been considering the chubbier of the two girls, but that thought went out the window when I saw the redhead. I had a problem ...to extricate myself from the lady whose lips were around my penis, and to strike up a relationship with the mystery girl who was already being caressed by a couple of the oldest guys in the room. I notice that a lot of people all knew each other from previous orgies , and I had some luck. A guy came up. She slowly reached down and lightly brushed the tip of her right forefinger against her cock-head. She giggled. It was so strange to feel her skin so far away from where it should be. She touched it again and swirled her finger around the head. That felt so weird and so nice. But what to do? She couldn't walk around with a hard-on. She laughed out loud. There was always the time honored method of getting rid of a persistent erection. She'd seen enough men do it on the Internet. She made a C.