Satisfied he could deep throat every inch of his six, he began a slowthrusting rhythmic pumping of my face. It would speed up, slow toalmost barely m...ving into my mouth, deeper, deeper, and flexing at theback of my throat. Will was playing with me and between the urge towant to gag and breathing under water I needed to grab some control ofthis playtime.I slipped my hand between his legs, brushing his tight rose bud asshole,on my way to cupping that hand on his butt cheek. He bobbled his. “Not Josie, not Kara, not Elyse, not Jessica, and not Steve. Who the FUCK are the governor and legislature to say who can marry and who can’t? Or YOU for that matter.”“Uh, sorry,” Lena apologized, cringing at Jennifer’s blast.“I think you might want to be quiet and listen,” Wanda said quietly to Lena, though most of us could hear her.“I have to say it’s an interesting outlook,” Marco said. “To just not care what the rest of the world thinks and do your own thing.”“So long as nobody gets hurt,”. " We have a rate Tony, it's 'with pilot' instead of 'with instructor', a little cheaper actually. I'll get your friend there as fast as I can do it safe, OK?" Alright, I guess I better give her call."Tony hung up and called Bea's number."Hello?" Hey Cindy, it's Tony, I need Bea like bad." Why Tony! What would Rebecca say?" Oh dear God were you two born to room together or what? No I need her on the phone, we got a mess up here in Nashville." Ah, OK, I think she came out of the shower a few secs. This brought back fond memories of growing up and a ceiling high aluminum tree at the Boot Drug in downtown London. We stood and watched with amazement. This was a time before laser light shows. I returned my thoughts to the cache of pictures. They were like a time travel machine for my mind. The photos fired up the brain synapse and I recalled the events and shapely behinds depicted in the photos. Pictures I could have never gotten developed in my small town. All made possible by the invention.