Timmy's eyes widened, feeling the vibrations running through hiseffeminate body, and he began to lower to the carpeted floor as hepanted. Rita descend...d down alongside him, still holding the vibratorand making sure it did not slip out of his orifice.Reduced to his hands and knees on the ground, the relentlessvibrations dropped Timmy to one side, his eyes passionately closed ashis senses were overwhelmed by what he was feeling. He wanted thisecstacy to last forever. He felt less like a human. The warm feeling flows right out of your fingertips. The same warm wave starts flowing through your legs, starting at your thighs… oozing downwards into your knees… then your calves… your ankles… and finally into your feet and flowing out through your toes. As this happens you feel your arms and legs growing extremely heavy and they sink further into your cushions. Now think of that warmth gathered up into one spot, which sits at the center of your stomach in a bright white ball. It sparkles. Guys were mulling around waiting for the last stragglers to show up. My buddy and his ole lady was not there yet either so I was cool just to sit back and enjoy the bikes and people and of course the hotties that always showed up on these runs. Where they all came from who knows but there was the shortest of Daisy Dukes and thigh high boots and leather and any other fantasy you could think of walking the lot. Finally I herd the familiar rumble of my buddies bike and he and his ole lady rolled. He'd done this several times, and Paddy still stood on the sidewalk...After the cop had shouted, 'Pedestrians!' for the tenth time, Paddy went over to him and said, 'Is it not about time ye let the Catholics across?'Gallagher opened the morning newspaper and was dumbfounded to read in the obituary column 20 that he had died. He quickly phoned his best friend, Finney.'Did you see the paper?' asked Gallagher. 'They say I died!!''Yes, I saw it!' replied Finney. 'Where are ye callin' from?'An Irish.