"Don't just stand there, Gloria," Pam giggled. "Strip!"Gloria pulled at her clothes, throwing them in a heap on the floor. "What do we do first?" she ...sked, getting quickly into the swing of things."Whatever you want," Marsha said.Gloria stared hypnotically at the large cock jutting out from her mother's body. "I'd like to use that on you." She stated boldly at her naked mother."Yeah," Pam squealed. "Fuck Mommy with it."Marsha leered at her two naked daughters. It was wonderful sharing sex with. "No," Steve laughed in reply, "the boy wasn't going to tell them, and we certainly weren't."There was a moment when neither of us said anything; I was lost for words to say anything, and Steve seemed a bit hesitant all of a sudden. Anyhow, after just a brief pause he told me, in a strangely husky voice and looking away: "I've got some of those gay magazines that I found on the last job."Nothing was said between us, and there was an embarrassing silence, then Steve suddenly seeming to stir into. Hell is a City Much Like New York, a Taxi Ride StoryBy Eric and FriendDon Mason looked at the pink slip he just got and for the first time of his life, he felt as a total failure. At the age of 54 and working for the last ten years in mid level management to one of the international life insurance companies, he had thought his job was secure amid the talk of layoff for the last six months among lower level workers. He was very sure of his job security with help of the assurances by the company. See whether they have long sleeved shirts, so those damn bruises won’t show. ‘She’ll need some shoes, the tag inside her old ones looks like about size eight and a half. Just get her two pairs of sneakers for right now. Keep your receipt just in case they don’t fit! Don’t forget a few packages of socks, too! ‘Oh shit. She has two prescriptions for antibiotics. Get those filled and get some bandages, too. ‘One last item, pick up some cosmetics, just get a name brand and something in neutral.