The next morning I drove to Ely and took a room in the Copper Queen Ramada. It wasn't the Bellagio or the Phoenician, but it had some fond memories at...ached to the motel.Architecturally, Ely hadn't changed. It was still ugly. But as I'd learned during my short tenure as John Windom, a town's architecture doesn't matter. What matters are the men, women, and children occupying a town.Armed with my freelance journalist business cards, I drove to White Pine High School. The emotional force of the. Were the males of Bee’s planet so afraid of the females, that they did this? What in the hell had they been thinking? Dominance was one thing, this? This seemed to be an extreme form of slow death and torture.It was taking all Hartwell had not to growl nor hit and beat upon something. Shaking his head, Hartwell knew that Bee would grow more afraid if he lost his temper.Fortunately, Hartwell was watching Bee when she started to slightly shudder. Even before several alarms went off as Johnathon. Her blue shorts looked as if they had been painted on her firm round bottom. Her legs were smooth and tanned and looked long enough to wrap around you twice in spite of her short stature.Josie was blonde and had firm B cup breasts on her 5’4” frame. Alan swore she did not wear a bra under the yellow halter top she wore. She wore jeans that hugged her round little hips. Josie was a perky little thing and Alan could not remember ever seeing her when she was not smiling. She was perpetually up to. We stopped kissing for a moment and he smiled up at me and felt into my briefs, taking hold of my similarly sized cock. We both stroked, moaning. Enjoying our first mutual masturbation. It took a while, but we both began bucking as cum streamed over each others pumping fist and spattered on the floor. We stood, holding each other up, catching our breath. Stephen raised his hand to his mouth and, looking at me, ran his sweet, thin tongue over the back of his hand and wrist and I watched as.