It seemed as if we were two lost souls adrift in the river of life.I wanted to drop my gaze, to shut my companion out, to close my own soul to his pen...trating enquiry, but his eyes held me. I couldn’t move. I wanted him to reach out, to move me. But he didn’t. Instead, his gaze touched me where I thought no one could ever bring back to life.I could feel deep within my vagina a life stirring, moisture forming, a pulse throbbing. This was confusing. How could it be? How could there be life again. The poor woman was so ashamed that she made not a single sound, but her grunts of pain left no doubt about her displeasure about being treated in such a rude manner by complete strangers.The younger female was on her knees and her mouth was stretched wide by a laughing young stud with a long knife in his hand waving it like a crazy man. The poor girl was so frightened that she sucked diligently hoping that she might satisfy the boy enough to not use the blade on her skin or her precious hair. Ironically, Oklahoma was also the first state to deal the Mother Road its first official deathblow when in 1953, the Turner Turnpike, later incorporated into I-44, was opened between Tulsa and Oklahoma City. That action by-passed about one-hundred miles of Route 66. In so doing, it dealt the first of many deathblows to the multiple business that serviced those closed sections of road, a pattern that would continue until the road and the businesses it supported were dead and gone.The Will Rogers. He shot all over the table, floor an dafew drops found my spew-thirsty slit. His balls ele-vated and sank. Each time they went through thismovement a michine-gun-like barrage of spermcame flying out of his one eyed crater, scattering attangents; more or less a volcanic eruption in minia-ture.When the last drops of his creamy dew ran overthe part that divides the two sides of his cock’s head,I dashed from the table fb his side. I placed the tur-gid spew sopped knob of his bobbing pole in.