“You are right Reba, we better run! Duray is probably getting impatient” Brock suggested and with that the four of them opened the door and did a ...idnight dash across our lawn to their own house – which happened to be right next door to mine.I followed Cheyenne through the yard over to Brock and Barbara Jean’s house. I realized shouting “Hey, stop you are naked” would probably draw too much attention so I kept quiet and hurried over. She had a baby here and to be honest, I was really worried. The glistening escape of pre-cum always paved the way for absolute nirvana. K-Y? Not even close. I loved that slickness, and used it to great effect. My prowess was not to be diminished, I swore an oath to self. I would continue to fuck myself and imagine all the most blissful scenarios available to my lush sensual imaginings. My cock was above average based on photos I saw. Erotic scenes played out before my eyes from without (thanks Lush) and from within. The scenes I concocted… hmmmm….. Mmmmmm…terrific. But what on EARTH was going on?At the end of each day, Dick knew he’d be getting a pound. That was one thing he could count on. And the glowing phallus always vanished as quickly as it came.On the stroke of midnight, Dick woke to the now familiar green glow which filled his room. POUND. POUND. POUND. It had began again. Dick grinned. Things were going well, so well that he showed his O-face. Then filled with orgasmic sudden excitement, he whirled around confrontationally! He. I'm very sorry." So am I," replied the new President. "What happened?" I pronounced him dead about ten minutes ago. He went into cardiac arrest a little before 6:00 and we tried like hell to get his heart going again for over a half hour. Unfortunately we couldn't save him. We won't know the exact cause of death until an autopsy is performed. We'll let you know the results once we have them." Thank you, Dr. Franklin. I know you did what you could to try to save him, but it was just not meant to.