"Well?" Allison gushed as soon as he was gone. "That was the hottest, sexiest and craziest moment in my entire life!" Bethany squealed. "I'm so fuckin... horny right now I can't stand it!" I know, right? Me too!" Allison stood and picked up her coffee cup. "My roommate better be asleep when I get back to my room!" She winked at Bethany. "See you tomorrow?" Guess so," Bethany said, her head spinning and she wondered if this was how it felt to be drunk. She sat on her bed and watched Allison leave. He was sure he had caught her staring at him a couple oftimes though ? sizing him up perhaps. She had been wearing plain bluejeans and a mannish plaid shirt tucked into them, with her red hairpulled into a tight ponytail. Her figure was womanly, like Charlotte's,but he couldn't help but feel she was dressing in a more masculine waythan she had used to. Perhaps she'd just changed as she got older, thatwasn't unreasonable.Another problem facing him was that his new work project wasexceedingly. “Don’t cluster fuck. Spread out and watch for….” He never finished his last command. Tony Doughty a big, pug-nosed, good-natured guy from Tennessee—so new to the unit he still didn’t have a nickname stepped on a booby-trap. His large body danced in mid-air as a sheet of flame, laced with white streaks, raced toward Mack. It was the last thing he'd see clearly for months. When the blast slammed into him, Mack struggled to stay on his feet, in part out of pride, but also fear of falling into. He sighed as he strolled off the set, pulling on a tight t-shirt handed to him by a short (though nonetheless handsome) man- his latest boyfriend. What a slut, I thought, smiling to myself. I couldn't help but check Mike out. His strong hands pulled down the tight t-shirt, and it clung to every feature of his body, highlighting his abs and arm muscles. His clean shaven groin emphasized the long flaccid cock that flopped about with his every move, along with his low sagging balls. As he turned.