I will include that in my future postings. I also think it would be a good time to start documenting whose dick pic belongs to who. Over time you migh... forget!”“Good idea love. Right now those cocks are emblazoned in my mind and I often fantasize about them in my dreams but, as the numbers grow, to the dozens or even hundreds, I am sure I will forget some of them. I’ll get right on that,” replied Natalia with another big smile.George was pleasantly surprised with his wife’s response. Part of. And what was I doing with this woman out there sitting in a chair. She was lovely in a robust sort of way. She wasn't quite as tall as I had first surmised. Sixteen years my senior, she was still a very pretty woman. Her breasts were very much alive, for every time she moved, they danced around under her robe.I put on my last clean pair of boxers and stepped into the room. Polly looked up from the paper she was reading. "Dude, let me ask you a question. Are you planning on remaining faithful to. . all of it,” Ben assured me.“It’s the strangest army that I’ve ever seen, and certainly one of the smallest, but you’re right. It is an army and it’s mine. I am its Commander-in-Chief, aren’t I? My own private fucking army! When someone asks me, ‘you and what army,’ I can answer them, ‘this motherfucking army,’ and tell the truth! Wow ... my guidance counselor should be impressed with me now! Anyway, the world is now plunged into anarchy by my own decisions ... I kinda owe it to the same world. So Saturday, you don’t even have to ask, Saturday, that’s your day. I don’t have any plans, and even if I did, I’d cancel them, because that’s what friends do for each other, they take care of each other. And I’m sure–” the beeping finally stopped– “that there’s something in this for you too. He’s connected. He’s got friends. Your boy’s somewhere halfway across the country or wherever, and this guy’s got money here, so I mean, you know.” The beeping started again; it took everything within.