Maybe I could blame it on the beer if things went sideways.To test his mood, I ventured, "You know, after this is over we're both going to have to tak... turns beating off in the bathroom." "Yeah, but I get to go first. I won't be able to wait," he responded. To that, I replied, “I won't either. I might have to go in there at the same time.” And into my head popped the mental image of us both stroking off into the toilet together ... both of our loads squirting out into the bowl at the same. I sat there in my chair and waited for a few minutes before I realised I still wasn’t dressed from getting out of the shower, I had only some boxer shorts on. I quickly jumped up and went to my dresser, rummaging through the drawers I could find nothing to wear, everything was either creased and would need ironing or just too scruffy to wear. I looked out onto the landing and found a fresh pile of clean washing all folded nice and neatly, I picked out my new jeans and a black polo shirt and put. Andy. He smiled slightly, the right corner of his mouth twitching slightly upwards.Now let's talk about Andy. I hope I do him justice in his description. He is, in short, a pure image of a Greek god. Blond, wavy hair, a sweeping fringe framing his face. Stunning eyes, bright blue and surrounded by gentle creases of laughter. His smile is small to most, though his grin would get bigger the more you made him laugh, opening his mouth wide and throwing back his head. His body is incredible. He. Then, inexorably, gravity pulled her down. Shefelt something tear inside her and a sharp pain in hercunt and mercifully lost consciousness.When she came back to, hours had gone by. Her horse wasat a standstill. Samba music filled the air as the sambaschools paraded. Sister Martina was holding onto thereins. She had a bandage around her head and one of hereyes was almost closed. Leda felt coolness against herpubes and realized with horror that it was the horse’sballs. She had taken the.