Terri said, “I am so sorry, but I have to go home. My husband will be home any minute. Can I come back later, after he is asleep?”I replied, “Ye..., but I might be asleep.”Terri said, “Leave your cellar door unlocked and I’ll let myself in.”Then Terri hugged me and kissed me. She put her arms in her bra and turned around asking me to hook her back up. She put on her blouse and let me button it up for her. I got another hug and kiss before she left. Then I jerked off and went up to dinner.I had. The women begged from the people they passed. When that didn't work they exchanged sexual favours for food and furs. This wasn't as lucrative as it might have been several years earlier. Glade was the younger woman and, unlike Demure, she had no disfiguring scars, so hers was the more valued body in such exchanges. This was no consolation to Demure who resented the fact that Glade could so easily earn a fuck while she was often left with at best the final jerks of ejaculation from men who'd. He said he was but he and his wife had had a argument and he was in his man cave, a storage room in his back yard. He went on to say that he had his wood stove on and it was toasty warm with a pot of lima bean ready to eat on top. He ask us to come on over and watch the rest of the game. I ask my wife as I talked and she no way, no make up, no underwear, and no time change before the game would start up. My friend pleaded, he said it not any fun to watch the by himself. He said he was in some. I don’t give a damn about erotica, I just write it to prove I can write anything.” He got up and looked down at me. He only got to do that when he was standing, and I was in a chair. I arched an eyebrow and looked back. He put his hands on his hips. “I finished reading it. Have you got it posted?” “It’s up.” “Did you send it to Edie?” “Yeah.” “Then let’s play some Gears.” “Yeah, all right.” I closed out my internet and writing stuff and handed him a controller. He pulled over the bean bag.