In the bedroom, she threw back the bedspread and top sheet and lay down. I lay next to her.“This was a good day,” I said. “You throw good partie.... Lots of sex, no screaming matches or fights. Nobody got drunk and threw up on anybody. Just people having fun. Even Kay’s meltdown didn’t spoil it.”“I don’t get a chance to have parties very often, at least not on this scale. I live alone in a nice apartment in Suntree. It’s only big enough for five or six couples. There are too many retired people. Are men!Global Facts About SexAt any given moment:FACT: 79,000,000 people are having sex - right now. FACT: 58,000,000 are kissing. FACT: 37,000,000 are relaxing after having sex. FACT: 1 old person is reading on their computer.You hang in there, sunshine!I don’t understand why prescription medicine is allowed to advertise on TV or why anyone would think of trying one of the medicines after listening to the laundry list of warnings of possible side effects. But this is definitely an. She gulped it down, her hand shooting to the base of my cock and cradling my balls with her fingers, feeling me convulse and spasm. I let out all the held air in my lungs in a long sigh. She lingered for the last drop and then fell back on the bed next to me. I stared at the ceiling. She stuffed her face down into the pillow and my shoulder. "That's… what I wanted." And she seemed to go to sleep. I dozed a bit in post orgasmic bliss. The bed felt like it was vibrating, shaking somehow. . There is nothing you can do about it tonight, anyways; so why don’t you come to bed with me, and then in the morning watch it and be mad all damn day. At least that way, you get a few hours of rest before diving head first into all of this.”She picked up his half of a beer off the desk and finished it for him and smiled. “I already turned off the ringer on the phone cause it was going crazy before you got home.”She smiled again and suddenly John Fontana was watching a 20-year-old Francine.