More drunk now, Dustin began to dance to the music, gyrating his hips, and grabbing his dick and rubbing it to the cheers and whistles of the bois. He...was so fuckin hot---shirtless, barefoot, and tan. Vanilla Ice was crooning out 'Under Pressure'--one of my all time favorites. “Where did he learn to dance like that” ?? I would have to have a talk with him later. He quickly came out of his jeans, wearing nothing but a cock ring, and half hard, the bois were really getting turned on. I remembered. I’d tell Saint Peter that I died while doing something that I love to do,’ said Angelo moving his hand back and forth. ‘I’d tell him that I died sharing myself with others who were less fortunate and who didn’t have me in their lives,’ he said with a laugh. ‘I’d tell him that I died giving pleasure to the masses of women kind, well, at least to three beautiful, buxom, big boob, blonde bombshells,’ said Angelo laughing. ‘What you just said is sacrilegious,’ said Vito making the sign of the cross. He is trying to put some lipstick on. He has been concentrating so hard that he never heard her come home.To his mother, Jane, it is not shock but horror. Like father like son. She had once come home from work and found her husband dressed in her clothes.She stares at George for a moment longer."Take those things off! Right now!! And see me in the kitchen." His sweet face is crestfallen, But she has to harden her heart. She will have to do what she did with her husband and send him to his. When I tried to punch out my ejection system malfunctioned and I couldn't even do that. The big one that I had been fighting limped forward and slowly depressed the muzzles of its big cannon. When the muzzles were lined up on the head of my Mech it fired and I woke up.I was wringing wet. Me, my bedding, everything was wet. That was the fourth night in a row I had dreamed the same dream. I showered and cleaned up and went to the mess hall. It was nearly dawn so it wasn't unusual for us to be.