" Oh, that tells us a lot, doesn't it," my emotional self said angrily."Actually, it makes perfect sense," my brainy self said."Look, asshole," my mac...o self said, "Why don't you just stop playing the games and just tell me what I mean." Excuse me," I said confused. "Since I've never been to one of these meetings before, could someone tell me who the hell all of you are and why I'm here?" You already know how we are, just not who you are," my intelligence said. "You're the conscious part of. Oh, and that’s supposed to make this any easier?-----Once again, I wake up with morning-oak, several strokes later, I’ve taken care of that issue and now I can start my day. I’ve sure been doing a lot of jacking-off these last few days, can’t seem to keep my hands off myself, sheesh! There’s a growing pile of clothes on the floor at the end of my bed. I’m really going to have to hide all these cum-encrusted, dirty t-shirts by mixing them in with the laundry, or just throw them in the washer. He looked back at her impassively which only made her amplify her efforts. At last she lowered her head onto his cock; a beautiful sight from where I sat. Ulrich’s eyes widened as he settled back to enjoy the sensation of Loretta’s lips, mouth and tongue. Now her head was bobbing up and down with increasing speed. Her golden hair hid exactly what she was doing to Ulrich from me, but that just added to the arousing effect of watching a beautiful girl blowing one of my best friends.Long, sensual. Joe had called her to say that he was meeting a client for dinner and he was hoping that she could join them. The news was not new. He had brought the subject up a number of times. Jenny was willing to do whatever it would take for Joe's success, but did not know enough about architecture to be of much help.They had been married in college, when she was a freshman and he was working on his doctorate. She had learned to cut out cardboard models; help fill in grass patterns with an ink pen on the.