Silky. Smooth. Soft. Her pussy needed my attention and I told her that too. She laughed and giggled. But it was true. I played and played with it. I e...joyed the softness. It was wet. It was inviting. I wish I was inside it. I wish I was consumed by its… Its… Its greatness. I continued licking it. And she had her third orgasm because of my actions. I felt manly now. Even though I knew better, I still felt more manly then I’d ever felt. “Marry me” she said. “Do this every night for the rest of. Got Moe on the ground. Jumped by several San Francisco hippies. Gave hippies a preview course on ‘101 uses for a tactical baton.’ Moe got away. They annoy me now. Time to end the support network. Found their passport guy. He owns power tools. I wonder if he’s ever seen Marathon Man. Forget Marathon Man. Passport guy [PG] has a garbage disposal. I wonder if he likes his fingers. PG didn’t like his fingers as much as I thought he might. Odd. Hope PG has fire insurance. And personal injury. PG. Phir jaise train chal rahi thi hum hil rahe they kabhi mera haath uski jango par lagta to kabhi uska haath mere lund paar mera lund to aise bhi ek dum 90 degreee mein khada tha mujhe laga ki wo mahsoos kar rahi thiyu hi aadha ghanta beet gaya mujhe mazza araha tha lekin thodi der baad mera hath uski jaango pe laga to maine rehne diya aur usne mere hath pe apna hath rakh diya mein to pehle daar gaya par jab bad mein wo muskurayi to mein relax ho gaya phir mein dhire dhire uski jhango ko sahelane. And safe.I should have completed the rite of Banishment at once, but I couldn't resist one final taunt of my defeated foe before his forcible return to his own home. In one of my vest pockets I keep a couple of very old medieval English silver pennies. I use these occasionally at a funeral for a friend or colleague, placing a silver penny in the dead person's mouth so that they will have the means to pay Charon, the Ferryman, in the unlikely event that their paths should cross in the afterlife..