Suddenly we heard a voice " can I be next?". Frank not so horny any more took off running at the sound of a strange voice (I gave him crap later). As ... stumbled to stand up I noticed the source of the voice. It was a guy I knew from the neighborhood Charlie in his 50's. Smoked camels,drank in the dive bar around the corner. Probably quite the stud in his day now just a loner drunk. He stood there his dick out and bigger than the one I just pleasured. My pants were around my knees and my own pre. “I’d have thought it’d be the wrong shape, wouldn’t it? And isn’t it all a bit dirty?” “I’m sure it can be cleaned thoroughly. And anyway, judging from the size of the things that come out, I’m sure it can take quite a lot going in.” “Are you sure? It sounds pretty strange to me. If it was so simple, why hasn’t anyone ever mentioned it before?” “I don’t know. Shall I see how far I can get my fingers in?” “Yes, Lizzie,” sighed Samantha. “If it can take your fingers, I’m sure it could take. " E'veen drew her silenced High Standard 22 Short Only and shot the Sergeant in the muscular bicep of his right arm. He dropped the .45 in the drawer."Fuck, lady." Smarts, doesn't it. You have a three choices. I can finish you off ... I can turn my information over to my superiors ... or you can accompany me to the armory and fill my shopping list."She passed him a rather comprehensive single sheet. The list was formed with words and letters cut from the Sunday edition of the 2010 New York. Nearly ten years of marriage and she still trembled at the mere thought of him. After the potatoes were quartered and washed, she added them to the pan of boiling water, generously sprinkled in a few seasonings, and checked on the roast. When she cut into the chunk of meat, Ellen was pleased to see that it was slightly more pink than it should be. Smiling with satisfaction, she ladled some of the juices over the top, turned the slow cooker to the Keep Warm setting knowing that it would cook.