I was still having trouble maintaining eye contact, I wanted to see him now.What was he wearing? Boxers? Briefs? Tight? Loose? Was he hard already? Fu...k, my heart was pounding.He unfastened the top button and began to pull down his zipper, holding his pants open as the zipper came down. Red… smooth, aaaah, they looked tight and I could just make out the lump his dick was making in them as his zipper slid past. He was already hard, and God that made it so sexy. He spread the jeans open and began. You make over $450,000 and you still can’t afford to buy a house.The fastest part of your commute is going down your driveway.You know how to eat an artichoke.When someone asks you how far something is, you tell them how long it will take to get there rather than how many miles away it is.The four seasons are: Fire, Flood, Mud and Drought.ORYou can retire to New York City where...You say “the city” and expect everyone to know you mean Manhattan.You can get into a four-hour argument about how to. I still didn't move. There was motion on the decks, though, and I knew people would come down to meet me if I didn't get on with it, so I gave a large sigh and opened the door.Reaching down, I pulled the lever to pop the trunk, then went to the back for my bag. Looking up towards the ship as I locked the car, I saw Moira, watching me. I could see her concern, and almost feel her love. I swallowed again, but this time more easily. These were my friends I was coming back to, my family. Seems like I looked at some of this stuff when I was a kid. Now this 'kid' is feeding it back to me, a spoonful at a time.Three dimensions. Fun. I waddled between speed and course and altitude and finally, "Cindy, take this thing. I'm about to freak." You did good, though," Cindy said. "I gave you a bunch of stuff at once and you did quite well." Thank you. I'm sweating." We're getting close, anyway. Dana, say something comforting to Ed." Luvya, babe," Dana chirped."That'll work," I said. "I.