”“Good one.”“So yeah, that is a real problem, though,” Sarah said.“What?” Randy asked.“I’m like, so fucking horny I’m ready to vau...t onto a fire plug or something.”“That sounds pretty horny, I guess.”“No shit. I have girl blue balls. It’s been weeks. And like I said, Justin wasn’t that great anyway.”“Wish I could help you out, but I probably can’t in that area!”“Well ... why not?”“What? Sarah, what do you mean, ‘why not’? What are you talking about?”“You. Me. Why don’t you fuck me?”“Dude! Shut. I looked at Rich. "You must have quite a difficult job," I said. "How do you manage to get excited enough to, well you know, get hard?" Well, it can be quite difficult," he replied. "If it doesn't happen naturally, then I can take pills, but I prefer not to. I think I will be okay today," he said smiling."Okay you two," I heard the director say. "Anna, take out his penis and let's get some oral shots."Rich sat on the bed, I unzipped him, pulling down his pants to expose a meaty flaccid. What’s more, knowing how the disease operates, I’m guessing it’ll be weeks or months before it worsens again.”“Unless I exhausted the already limited chemicals he requires to function. In that case, he’d relapse faster than normal.”“It hasn’t happened yet,” she countered. “You should see him. He’s alert, aware, attentive and interested in things around him. He hasn’t been this good in years, as the medications only confuse the issue without removing the underlying causes.”“Yeah, we’ll see how. As the material clears your eyes, her lifted arms allow the towel to drop between you. Her firm tits stand bared before you, curved and straining as if wanting to be touched. She looks down, smiles. You look to see the towel has hooked on your erection. She peels the towel slowly away, her fingers tracing a slow path across your own towel. She reaches around behind you and pulls you to her. Her hands work to undo the towel about your waist, and in a moment you stand as bare as her. Her.