The white drawstring of his Tyr brand black speedos was tied in a bow and his cock was rock hard and hanging to the left (my right). I gave it a quick...rub, turned around and started walking up my stairs.All the while my cock, and balls for that matter, were still out the top of my white speedos and perhaps my cock might have softened a little bit in the 3 minutes since it left Mr. Aussie Visitors mouth you could not have known from how hard it was right now.My stairs are very narrow, very steep. He began to sob, then she opened her eyesand saw his. Even with the morphine drip, he saw how much she washurting. Her broken jaw was wired shut, so she smiled crookedly, andreached for him with her good hand."No...no, please don't cry," she managed through her clenched teeth."Aww, babe... I'm trying," he said.She smiled wanly. "How are my men? Are you managing ok without me?" We're fine baby. I'll bring them along when you are better shape to seethem. I've had a hell of a time with the. In ten minutes, anyone watching a Tri-d would know that Alicia Burke's rich, jaded cousin, Frank Tabor III, along with his favorite blond slut-bod, 'Tootsie', and a mysterious, dark newcomer, were snagging at Renee's on Forty-fifth Street in backwater Bozeman.In addition to that, the door guard recognized them from earlier Tri-ds."Hey, Tabor!" the greasy-looking, biker-doorman yelled. He waved them up to the head of the line, to the aggrieved outcry of several dozen partygoers who had been. A couple sips later I sat back and turned on the TV. The roomstarted to spin a little so I closed my eyes.........Suddenly I woke up. I was groggy, everything was fuzzy and it felt likeI just ran a marathon the previous day. My body was tired, and strangelystiff. My vision was fuzzy and I couldn't really focus. I could see agroup of people standing at the other side of the room and I could hearsome talking, but couldn't make out what they were saying. It wasgetting a little freaked.