”“Really? What was this weird dream of yours about?” asked Tara.“Well, it gets all mixed up with the intruders and us hiding in the bathroom.�...�“What? What are you talking about?” asked Tara.“I’m talking about the people who tried to get into the house.”“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”“But ... that was real! I woke up Dad and he got everyone out of bed.”“Nah! Sounds like more of your weird dreams to me,” said Tara.“Oh!” That was really strange. It had all felt so real.“Tell me more about. 'Wait. They could still be here.'With a quick look of scorn, she pointed to the other side of the village, where the trail of destruction went on to the east, down the slope by the river towards the valley. With a nod I followed.We went down the hill at a run, eyes flicking over the horrific scene. As the smell of burnt flesh swept across me I gagged, suddenly thankful that I hadn't eaten much.Rushing to the closest body I reached out, before retreating back and throwing up. Someone had carved. " A voice that always effected me like fingernails scraping down a blackboard, it was Roy's immediate superior, and it told me that Roy had just been countermanded and had his nose rubbed in it. I explained my situation as succinctly as I could to the man who spoke directly to the Prime Minister of the day. "Ring," and quoted a Perth number, "tomorrow at this time." The phone went dead, not, and he hung up. The phone I was on became instantly inoperable. I replaced the receiver onto its cradle. He was even more excited than me as I poured over his flaccid cock, which became erect very quickly.Something I had always wanted was a thick, hung man. I was thirty five when I finally came across such a man. He was two years older than me with a thick, eight-inch cock when erect. Ever since that has been my benchmark. My current man is nine-inches and he has watched and enjoyed me blow men larger than him.When my current man and I invite a second man around, sometimes I make an entrance.