He was spread out on the top of a table with something sticking out of his chest. I had no idea what it was at that time.I then did the only thing I c...uld have done. I ran around the end of the bar and jumped into Daniel's arms crying like a baby.-Daniel-"Fuck" is not what you would generally want to have chiseled on your tombstone as your last word but it wasn't the first time I've been so poetic under similar circumstances, although each time I hoped it would be the last time.I did the first. Thinking about how he warned me he was about to cum, but I didn’t need it because I could tell he was going to pop. When I felt his hips thrusting up and his balls tightening, I knew to prepare myself for the blasts of hot salty liquid about to be shot in my mouth.I started to slowly stroke my hardening cock as my thoughts turned to Jason sucking me and the feeling of shooting my load in his warm mouth. My orgasm seemed to be so much more intense when I came in Jason’s mouth than when I. I got a part-time job at my father’s carpet store,laying tackless stripping, and housewives by the score.I loaded up their furniture and took it to Spokane,and auctioned off every last Naugahyde divan.”-Warren Zevon, “Mr. Bad Example“Helen Parker pulled herself up onto the roof of the sleeper car, feeling the wind howling in her face, until she stood atop the train. In the light of the full moon, she saw him. Or rather, a steadily-blurring version of the man who was making his way along the. Her loose, white and widenecked t-shirt slipped further, baring yet more skin to the cool air. You almost gasp as down below you feel her body shuffle into you, clearly seeking warmth. Your can almost hear your pulse echoing as you take stock; she was wearing only that shirt and her panties when you came back to the tent. A fact that distracted you to no end while the pair of you played cards by torchlight. Now, with her shirt riding up and the blanket escaping, it must only be that thin cotton.