“I don’t dare fly past the lions to try it with him while he’s watching me. He’s carrying a wand in his shorts and I don’t want to get blast...d out of the sky.”“Good. I don’t want anything to happen to you.” He leaned against the wall of the turret. “So is this what you do for fun? Throw bricks at that asshole?”“One of the things.” Her cheeks darkened. “I often hear you with the others, so that causes, um, distractions.”“I see.” He looked around, realizing that nobody would wander by to bother. ..pump...pump...pump..pump pump pump pump“Harder! HARDER! REAM her BUM!” shouted Kat.Kat was licking and sucking his swollen balls from behind, then ramming her toungue up his arsehole, over and over again.His spunk was rising he could feel it - his balls were ready to explode up the woman’s arse.Kat shouted “FUCK HER FUCKING ARSEHOLE YOU HUNG FUCK! CUM UP HER ASS!” Then she stuck her toungue right up his bum as far as she could.His balls erupted. Thick wads of hot creamy spunk shot out of his. Two things to celebrate, so we added two new things this time. First, I had him sit naked on the motel-room arm chair, and I gave him a lap dance like a sexy stripper. Except, of course, in a strip club, neither the dancer nor the client is completely naked. And I don’t think the dancers eagerly ride up and down the client’s love-pole, as I was doing. Nor, I suspect, do the dancers get as wet and squishy as I was, nor come bucket-loads onto their clients, as I did onto my Eric. I climbed off. Every month I felt a little guiltier. She works, always has, so the house was empty when I swung myself into the kitchen. I drank the juice she'd left out for me and decided to forget about the rest. Just like every morning, I told myself sardonically that there was less of me to nourish now. Just like every morning, she'd left the paper too.I wasn't laughing at any of the funnies when the doorbell rang, then again, and after a while again. I levered myself upright. Telling someone to go away.