The last image I had from last night was burned vividly in my brain. I thought Genja and Claire were going to kill Fiona when she asked the computer f...r privacy. When Jon lowered his boxers, I’m pretty sure I heard Fiona groan. I know I nearly orgasmed. I was dripping from the vision in front of us. He was massive! Now I’ve had my fair share of men over the years. But what I saw before me was bigger than anything I’d seen before, and he was still soft! But the biggest turn on was the way his. She did know of another bar that would hire eighteen-year-olds, as they had a "BYOB" (Bring Your Own Bottle) license, and therefore did not sell any liquor. The name of the place was “Benny’s”. I called the number and made an appointment to interview that day. The owner, whose name (unaccountably) was Bill, said he or his manager would be there between 2:00 and 3:00 PM. I was not nervous about it, having always been something of an exhibitionist. In fact, I had something of a reputation for it. Are you happy now, you frigid bitch? Fuck sake. I'm going to have a me day tomorrow, just a day of total rest where I do sweet fuck all, just by myself. Fuck you, you couple of fucking cold fish cunts. Oh, and don't eat the fruit from that one particular tree I planted over there, out of all the other trees in this garden, or else. Thank you, fuck you, bye!"And with that, God left to go angrily punch his walls in impotent rage.Adam and Eve shrugged their shoulders at each other, and as they. I had never thought of it as revolting or anything like that. And in fact by the time I first did it I had fantasized about it and actually once made an attempt at it. Right after college I rented an apartment in New Orleans with one of my three closest friends, Rhonda, a sorority sister from college. Our next door neighbors was a lesbian couple close to our age. Rhonda and I became good friends with them and we hung out together some. Both of the next door lesbians were very pretty, one.