Shoni managed to park the jeep without destroying any of the veryexpensive motorcycles and we followed Al inside - somewhat apprehensivelyit must be s...id as we had all heard about the motorcycle gangs, but wetrusted Al implicitly by now.This was our introduction to 'Warrior Brotherhood Veterans MotorcycleClub' on first impressions they were a fearsome lot and three young girlslike us caused quite a stir, there were other women there but we were theyoungest by far!Once they got to know us it was. So was my conscience. My will. My integrity. It was all absent.All that existed was the pulsating pleasure pumping through my cock with her every stroke while she worked an incredibly skilled tongue around my ear and neck."That's it, baby. That's it," she said assuringly as she lifted her head to look me in my eyes. "Are you going to quit fighting? Hmm?"I paused. I felt I should say no. But I just couldn't. I felt like I couldn't. Or rather, I shouldn't.I didn't want to see that crazy look. Usually, a small word will work. “Fuck,” works I have noticed I say it and “Well, shit,” and “Really!” all come in pretty handy.My youngest daughter has started making lunch for me then texting me to remind me to eat it. Am I missing something here? I haven’t noticed myself skipping too many meals. I’m starting to wonder if there’s things going on around me that I’m not noticing anymore.My wife took my gun away from me this week she said she’s scared of me. I’ve never threatened her even when. ”She knew from her father’s dinnertime conversations that the fleet would be monitoring the transmissions from the planet as they approached. That, however, could be millions of messages and transmissions. Whatever message Sta-ie-che sent had to be something that would stand out amidst the electronic clutter of the planet.The deejay, standing next to her, startled at her outburst, said, “Man! You are really in character. What are you supposed to be?”Sta-ie-che replied, “I am a pleasure dancer.