Straddling my legs, red-haired Marti. Sitting on a stool behind her, a long-dressed young woman, one of the dawdling drinkers from the corner.It must ...ave been a dream. First, because the woman on the stool looked like a mermaid, with a tail in place of legs. Second, because my pants were unzipped and my penis was waving around at half stiff. Marti's hands tapped the organ back and forth. Quickly, it was gaining length and girth. I propped myself up on my elbows."See, he's not dead," said Long. Have you?”“Many years ago, in high school, I made out with a girl but it never went anywhere. Then I met Dave in college and fell madly in love with him. The make-out session never crossed my mind again.”Leigh pulled on Cherie’s hands drawing her towards herself. Cherie didn’t resist at all and soon they were kissing again. Lightly and tenderly at first. Then with more passion. Their tongues touched and played. Sometimes Cherie slid her tongue into Leigh’s mouth and sometimes it was the other. We'd barely made it in the door when Toby appeared with several drinks, handing one to each of us. We talked about the gardens progress, then shifted to more personal topics as Toby continued to keep the drinks coming."If I had a wife like Bec I'd never leave the bedroom!" Phil chats with Toby and Rebecca over drinks"We fuck almost every night." Toby mentioned to a now partially-drunk Phillip. "How long has it been for you? Any action since you and Jen divorced?" Phil grimaced at the mention. Oh my gosh, you were sick. I can't tell you often the doctors gave you up for dead. Whatever they shot you with is some scary stuff. What we found out was that the heat of the gun burned ninety-nine percent of the poison up. You and everyone you came in contact with would have died in minutes, except for the fact that shooting you saved your life."The DOJ, and DHS is all over this as a terrorist act, and the Attorney General has declared it an attempted act of mass destruction. That gets.