In this state, it is as stern as a stereotypical drill sergeant, as angry as a Class 5 tornado, as strong as titanium, as hot as the sun itself. In my...mind’s eye, I see it as a missile, ready to penetrate my body and cause me to explode, I also envision it as a fire hose, ready to put out the burning need deep inside me. A small, thin, clear drop forms at the tip. It seems so innocent, so pure, so out of place. Leaning forward, I flick it away with a quick, tentative lick, and I hear his. She looked around the small terraced house in silence. This was not a rental, it was a home, and it exhibited design, style, and taste. ‘Don’t tell me this is yours.’ ‘I know. I try not to let people visit.’ ‘I can imagine! A property owning son of a miner — it blows the cover a bit.’ ‘The toilet is upstairs, middle door. Tea or coffee?’ ‘Tea, please.’ From the kitchen, he could hear her investigating upstairs. He should have been annoyed that she took it upon herself to enter his rooms. "He likes to meet his co-workers before they do the scene," replied Ron."Fine," replied Myla, rolling her eyes. The man Ron was referring to was a male porn star by the name of Tyler Slams. Tyler Slams was a bald, muscular black man who was about Myla's height, but a little more than a decade younger than the blonde. Myla walked to the bedroom and walked into a man in underwear with a huge bulge, six pack abs, and an athletic body. The man had somewhat of a baby-face compared to the sharp. Thank you Stephanie," she said, blushing as she realized the girl must have seen her checking out her boyfriend's ass. The girl was pouring herself another lemonade and didn't seem at all disturbed by her stepmother's indiscretion. If anything, it amused her. The girl sure was giggly tonight.Music exploded from the boom box and Jocelyn jumped in her seat. Conner grinned sheepishly at her."Sorry," said the young man, "Is it too loud?" Fuck no!" exclaimed Stephanie and stared dancing. It was.