The carnal stimulation intensified from the heat created by the full contact of our lust. Blood coursed through my veins like drums beating to a primi...ive rhythm. The drums beat louder and faster as the tempo of our bodies increased. Time had long lost its meaning. Nothing existed outside me and my lover. And the crescendo of the drums continued to beat their exotic cadence in my head.“After time and space had passed away, the drums finally ceased their beat as he pressed his pelvis against me. A couple of days later when going out to sit in the garden as her doctor had advised Lydia detoured and opened the side door of the garage, turned on the lights and stared in astonishment. She’d taken to working with clay after two school basic lessons on pottery when she was ten and two years later for her 12th birthday her father cleaned out the disused garden shed at their home in Houston and had it fitted out with equipment for a hobbyist potter. Once again, at little over twenty years. A bit later, Tim was almost finished when he dropped a wrench and it accidentally shorted out the machine. A bolt of energy flared out, barely missing the startled Toolman and passing through the wall. Tim's heart started beating again after the very close call. No telling what that energy burst could have done to him but it would probably be bad! This was one time his clumsiness didn't wind up hurting him or anyone else. For the 1313 time Tim resolved to be more careful. But hey, was that. It was Sarah,s friend Debbie or Debs that gave me my first “deep throat” blow job. Debbie lived in the same apartment complex Sarah and I lived in in Lakewood just outside the base and was married to another security policeman that worked a different flight to me and a different shift pattern so Debs was often lonely and spent time with Sarah as she got lonely. I knew Sarah had had lesbian experiences with her best mate in her teens as I had confessed to her that I had experimented with my late.