He'd like to get laid. After all he was thirty-three fuckingyears old and no one had even looked at him yet. If he had been a humanman it would have b...en too fucking late. But as a Hobbit... He had a fewyears yet.He felt the ground level, and looked toward the fire. Flames leapt fromthe constant lava flow in there. Enough heat to fry the ring... Hell,fry anything not made of fucking asbestos even with the EPA warnings. Sohe was supposed to go in there, throw the ring into the fire, then. It’s a shame that our toes weren’t any longer, because they constantly touched and moved over each other’s legs. The bar was full after dinner, but we didn’t hear a word of what anyone said. Penny and Peter were mixing among the others, but we didn’t see them. We couldn’t see anybody but each other, and were not ashamed for them to know it. When the bar closed, we drifted up the stairs, not feeling the carpet beneath our feet, and the bed that we fell upon was made of fairies gossamer wings. . Since I'd spent the night on my sofa I was running late having to shower and change clothes. I looked at the speedometer and saw I was doing fifteen over the limit. Obviously that's why the left door mirror was winking blue at me. The police car pulled behind me as I slowed and parked on the shoulder. Maybe, I was thinking, if I'm real nice and explain last night and this morning I wouldn't get a ticket. One more and I would loose my license. I watched as the lady cop got out and slowly. And also hearing him call me a slut and a faggot and a pussy and a big black dick loving cocksucking white sissy - and telling him I'm all that and more when he says he wants to heart me say it too.My hands off my own dick the whole time so far since I know the slightest contact will make it explode which I want later and not before that. I wait until he gets me on my back and spreads my legs wide and upwards and we're fucking face to face and then I let my hands do their thing on my own dick..