It’ll be better for you in the long run. You can always find another job. Your mental health is more important.” I didn’t tell him that I was pl...nty nuts to begin with, dating back to Iraq and Outpost Whiskey.The interview with Shemel was interesting. Unlike most people, I had talked to any number of shrinks, because of my PTSD. Most of them had been with the VA or at Walter Reed and had been useless, hoping to give me some pills and get me out of their hair. Shemel asked me about my service in. "A P7B plug, is one of the plugs we rarely use, itmeans a Penis, seven Beads." I held it in front of him sideways, andlet him see it, and then I ran my nail across the top of it, countingoff the small spheres. "One, two, Three, Four, Five, Six, and seven!"Then I turned it 90 degrees and looked through it, and said, "I seeyou." And as I lower it. "We can leave this in you for years-" Wereally can't. "And it will still let you pee normally." Mostly, notthat he will notice the difference once we. Tommy pulled away from Connie's backside, her pussy juices glistening on his hard throbbing cock. He stood up, his big prick was standing away from his body, fully erect, swaying from side to side, pulsing, and glistening with pre-cum fluid on the swollen tip."Flip over. On your back, like a good whore," he growled.Connie instantly obeyed, her pussy throbbing with desire and eager to be filled again. She reached out with her delicate hand, wrapping her fingers around as much of his thick, naked. She was very cheerful and her floral print sun-dress seemed to flow as she walked. It was a sight that simply made me horny as fuck. Putting her dog away, she grabbed her big floral handbag that matched her dress and we were off.Her friend, Kathy, was short with dark auburn colored hair and gave me the impression of a hippie, a sexy ass hippie. She was wearing a sun-dress, too, and I was already thinking of all the thigh shots I was going to get. After a few wine coolers, they sent me to the.