That alonewas more physically challenging than the sex I was having because,although they were pleasurable beyond belief, the frequency of them wasinc...easing under Tracie's new treatment and they were literally beginningto sap my strength. I noticed the ribbon on the door of my room,indicating a client was waiting inside and opened the door to see whatsort of surprise faced me. Lying on the bed was the majestic figure ofMagic Mike, the man with the huge magic wand and a legend in the. Wally laughed and blew the living corpse a kiss as the "Mmm! Mmm! Good!" chant became shouts of "Seventeen! Seventeen! Seventeen!"The poor, happy slob was the seventeenth Rialto neophyte, carefully positioned front row center, to blow his wad and fall in a dead faint over one of the dancers. For Wally himself, it was Victim Number Seven. As he stood rigidly still and bowed only his firm member to the cheering crowd, he couldn't help thinking that he'd finally tied Bobby's record.Feeling. “Now, let’s see if you were as big as my LAST boyfriend,” Jerri whispered to Nick. Nick just smirked in reply, not saying a word. His thoughts (and hands) were too busy kneading Jerri’s ample breasts through that same blue zip up shirt she seemed to wear every day. Nick could feel Jerri’s nipples hardening beneath his touch and heard her moan softly as he caressed her. Jerri finally slipped Nick’s shorts and boxers off and let them fall to the dusty ground beside the firebed. Reaching her hand. Once the goodbyes were done, he walked back to his quarters where Fears No Darkness and Catches No Fish had been staying since their arrival four local days before. The two Modoc warriors had not enjoyed their stay much, finding their isolation to be quite claustrophobic, though they were slowly getting used to it. Gath had taught them how to access the holo stage for entertainment and research purposes but their fascination with this had only lasted long enough for their marvel over the.