For a moment, he just stood there, slick withsweat, and looked down at me. "Why are you getting married?" he asked, aftera long silence. "You can be...ieve it or not, but I do love her." He ran a hand through his short hair, "So, you're gonna fucking marry thisgirl -- tomorrow -- after swallowing two loads of jizz?" I flushed, "Yeah, that's the plan." He shook his head, "I won't tell her... but I'm gonna drop a load with youwhenever I want." I gasped, "What? Joe, I'm gonna be fucking. When he had come close we pulled our swords and daggers out. One look at their friend dying on the ground and something changed. They made a halfhearted attempt to get closer to us but we took up a defensive position our backs to one another. Then with the sound of him is his death rattle as his life ended, their will to stay and fight ended too. The death of one of them so quickly melted their will to fight but I was certain we had not seen the end of them.Boland searched his body and there. I took particular care in rubbing it into her generously shaped backside and she was moaning before I finished my ministrations. It was easy to see that the woman who was still in the prime of life much needed a man's shaft to relax her nerves in such stressful situations. It was far too early to assume such liberties but I gauged her capability to "take" my further efforts to restore her equilibrium would be on track the following evening and I would take full advantage of her helplessness and. Pam was on her way out as I punched in my plagiarized cell phone name. A half hour later I began texting her: Sex God: “Where’d you go?” Pam: “WTF!!! Who is this!!!” Sex God: “This is the Sex God, duh. Your lame friends just dragged you out of here. We’re gonna need to hang out asap.” Pam: “HAHAHAHAHA!!!!! I’m at the Blue Beat!!! Come over!!!!!!” Sex God: “Cool. After I finish my beer.” I turned in an 0-fer at Woody’s, so I strolled over to Blue Beat sometime after 1 a.m.,.