Ephus appeared above the water off shore of Greece, as good a place to start as any. An hour later after covering not even a fourth of the water, Ephu... hit his forehead, he then stretched out his hand feeling for Poseidon.Ephus vanished, then appeared far out in the Pacific Ocean. Damn Ephus thought, isn't this where the Marianas Trench is? Then he appeared several hundred feet below the surface.Although scared, Ephus discovered, yes, he didn't have to breathe underwater. Well he thought,. I like the feeling, it makes me feel more naked than I am, if that's possible, tonight I am alone and I want to have sex, and as my brow rests on the glass and my warm breath condenses on the glass pane, I watch as it runs in small rivulets, mimicking the silken beads of moistness on my inner thighs, I shiver, not of the cold, but of the desire of a man, any man, in my hour of need.I leave my curtains open and walk to the front door, brazenly open it and step outside into my garden.I walk onto. Dianne stood up. The 66 year-old with blue eyes was wearing a white lace blouse, a yellow plaid high-waisted schoolgirl skirt, white ruffle ankle socks, and black two-inch heel Mary Jane shoes. Underneath the costume, she wore a padded bra and a red thong. Her legs were shaved smooth. Dianne also had on a blond pigtail wig and long red press-on fingernails. She looked like a cheap, dime-store whore in her overdone makeup and lipstick.TSgt. Pender sat back in the chair as his lily white bitch. A few weeks had gone by and aside from my occasional suspicion of her sopping gaping cunt during oral or her evasive behavior when committing to when she would be home from friends or what she was doing, I had no idea how we were going to move the situation forward.To make thing worse, I was on a project that took me out of town. I was working long hours and was tired and lonely, each night going back to the motel and jerking off imagining what my beautiful wife was up to. When we spoke on the.