.”“You’re hungry, right.” said Thorf, who came over while I was talking.“Yes I am Thorf, and I’m sure you are too.”“Well I didn’t wa...t to say anything, but yes I am hungry too. Practicing makes me hungry.”“Shall we all put our weapons up and go see if the women have made anything for us. Do you think that if we just sat down they would take pity on us and feed us?”Everyone laughed about that and we were still laughing as we came into the main cave and smelled something wonderful, FOOD! We all. Mom got him before the girls and he was fucked out.“Davy, we are... “ Abby blushed. I grinned. “Say it!”“We are horny. Could you, I mean, would you like to?”“Ladies, I would love to, but I am whipped. I will have to take a rain check. Borrow Mary’s vibrator collection.”Did I just turn down fucking two beautiful and sexy young women? I must be more tired than I realized. I barely made it to bed before I was asleep.I was on my back when I awakened. Andy was kneeling over me, treating the wound on. She returned with the dildo and a bottle of lube. She set both of them down on the coffee table. She unzipped her jacket and threw it aside; she wiggled out of her pants and added that to the clothes pile. She was left in her sports bra and thong, an odd, but somehow alluring combination Max thought. Finally she slipped the bra over her head and discarded it. Her perky C cup breasts were out in the open now. She ran her fingers over each nipple, making them hard. She grinned at the sight of. Truth be told, my first visit to New York was in the early 1970's when I was five years old. I do not remember any of it. I barely remember my second visit near the end of that decade when my family went. I still have my souvenir flag from the United Nations, a body I have general respect for in terms of its ideals, but not its current hands-off approach. It could do so much more in my opinion, but I digress.My third trip to New York City was in 1984 and it was with a dozen other students from.