Suddenly I felt a firm pressure between my anus and my scrotum. Joyce was there, putting pressure on my perineum with her two fingers, easing my urge...to shoot my load. Another breath and my cock began to subside and curve to the east. As I lay there feeling like I was in a massage parlor under a professional's care, catching my breath, a sudden jolt of lightening hit my flaccid cock. My entire body tensed and I grit my teeth and let out a scream. “AHHHHHHH!” I shouted as tiny stars danced. ”The tall guy relieved ducks down and grabs Chloe’s sneaker. He then makes his way down to hand it to Chloe. Suddenly, he stops right before reaching her and his attention is caught by a peculiar smell. It was coming from Chloe’s shoe. Chloe realizes this and immediately gets flustered and starts blushing. “Oh, I’m sorry. You see that’s… my shoe.” she says dropping her head in embarrassment. She then hears the tall guy sniffing louder than ever.She looks up with a confused look and her eyes. He smiled. She smiled. They kind of stood around for a while. Then they started to speak."Hi," he said."Hi," she said."I'm John." He held out his hand."I'm Mary." She shook his hand."How are you?" I'm good. How about you?" I'm good too." They laughed nervously."It's nice in here. It's been really hot out." Yeah. Humid too." So who do you know? How did you get here? I mean who invited you?" Oh, I'm friends with Becky Thatcher," she said enthusiastically. "How about you?" Oh, my cousin Jim Jones. Sometimes we would converse, sometimes not. And as we cleaned up our dishes afterwards, she would always ask, ‘Any special plans for the evening?’ And I would usually respond by explaining what I planned to read or what movie I intended to watch. And Miranda would wait for me to finish, and she would look at me with eyes that seemed to expect something more. Perhaps she thought I led a boring life, and compared to most people she knew, I probably did. She insisted on helping me wash our dishes.