“What are you waiting for?” Electra yells.Samantha waits, feeding of the ancient’s despair. In reality, the Goji are not much different than hum...ns or any other race. Strip away everything they can cling to or desire and there isn’t much that is left.A crash comes from the window. Glass flies in every direction. The technicians throw up arms to block the glass from hitting their faces. Samantha and Typheryian stand motionless, except for Samantha flexing her hand, as the glass streams by them.. Too far back to the barn venue. I guess I have to do it out here.I found a boulder, hiked my dress up, sat down and pi(s)sed. I'm not into pi(s)s play but seeing my pi(s)s shooting out actually turned me on.What's the matter with me? Pis(s)ing turned me on. I'm just so fucking horny I guess. On her way back to the barn a lady approached me, I covered my tits. Could you take a pic of me in the stockades? Um sure.Thanks.She wiggled out of her tight black dress.I thought WTF!She did have a. .. it’s not what I crave.”That confused her, and she tilted her head to the side as she watched him. “Eh?”He laughed and shrugged. “I’d sound pretty pretentious if I explained. But, uh ... ever seen Frasier?”She laughed, and before he knew it, his laugh grew to match hers. No need to say it, they were both bringing up funny memories from the sitcom. Clara was old enough to have watched the show when it aired, and Jack found modern television mind numbing, stupid, and written specifically with. Being in the 'Service Club', meant that I was to be there with my red jacket on. During the dance some of the cheerleaders asked me to dance with them. Those girls really know how to get a guy worked up in short order. We only danced the slow numbers and they molded their bodies to mine making sure to press their breasts into my chest and keep as little space as possible between our groins. With an erection, I tried to keep my distance but they closed the gap and pressed their crotch right up.