There were four huge strikes of the big drums and then everything went silent.Out of the silence came the applause. I looked up and there were hundred... of people in the field. Okay? Two hundred is hundreds and I’m pretty sure there were more than that. It had been a hell of a party. Ken, Oke, and Gypsy found us and hugged Kate and me. I saw my brushes and paint disappear from behind me and knew someone else was cleaning up my mess. I sent them a silent thank you. Our Oregon trio was right with. It wasn't until I got away from them for a little while that I stopped craving Doritos all the time."I chuckled and shook my head."You laugh like I'm joking," Liz replied with a grin. "They weren't that bad. I mean, you know, I knew they cared about me. I swear to God, you would think 1967 was the year they graduated high school instead of being the year they were born. I introduced them ... well, there is an old singer that's really into the stuff. My dad became his supplier. Can you believe. ’ ‘Yes he is. I have not been interested or tempted to be with any other guy since I’ve met Walter.’ ‘Good! Well I am going to give you some homework assignments that will help bolster your ego and make you feel good about yourself. I predict you will be more inundated with guys hitting on you as they come to realize that you have become unavailable.’ Accordingly, Linda’s therapy sessions with Dr Zorn proved to be most fruitful. With the guidance and exercises provided by the psychologist,. He usually makes me cum if John hasn’t.” She urged Scamper’s head down between her legs.“Again?” She protested, trying to close her legs to Scamper’s nose, but they were held in place. “These people are sicker than I thought,” Then she recalled Diane and Brenda telling her about their picnic day with Dan and meeting Tina and her dog, Major.“Didn’t you like Scamper licking your cunt and fucking you yesterday?” Hilda asked.“I’d never experienced a dog actually fucking me before.”“But did you like.