22 years of tugging, pulling, biting, streching, squeezing, sliding, kneading and applying vaccum sucks, with love and saliva, have come to an end, th...t Christmas. When I say I am dry I dont mean ‘On the Wagon’ or vaginaly dry, god no, I mean I have not pumped semen from a mans’ testes in over a year and that in my fertile mind is fucking awful. In truth my toy collection has increased by three, the latest a neat model from Lelo, a Swedish company, employs style, sleekness, angle and a. . But this week – we have something a little different for you. File this one under, something different...”We fade in on a strange trio sitting on a couch, facing the camera. Male, male, female. All three of them competing to be the most feminine.Close-up on the first guy – an immaculately groomed 30-something, a too-tight t-shirt showing off a gym body – not huge, but well-toned and he knows it. Not in a butch masculine way though – more like a dancer. He’s well spoken, with an effeminate. "Hi honey, why are you smiling?" I ask and see a young man and a young lady walking behind Jason. "Hello,” I say. "Hello, Mrs. Turner, I'm Nathan Reece and this is my wife, Kara." "Willow, they are our neighbors, look, they brought us an apple pie, Isn't that nice of them?" I smile and shake their hands. The husband slightly tightens his grip on my hand and grins at me. I can't help but notice how young they both look. I'm guessing they can't be any older than maybe, twenty-two. Jason and I are. The Confederacy made me ambidextrous, but Hank trained me to use both hands to kill our enemies. There were more Earth Firsters in the cafeteria than I expected. I fired and fired: head shots and ten-ring shots.Tossing the guns aside when they emptied, I reached out again. Maria's throw was over-rotated. I twisted my hand around and caught the gun while it was upside down; I rotated my hand and brought it around to aim at Senator Win. Maria's throw with the second magazine was perfect; I caught.