She flew into her bedroom, shut the door, jumped into a denim skirt and jacket - without a bra or panties. Ginger was determined to get laid tonight!S...e came out of the bedroom with only her house keys."I'm ready to go," she announced to Jimmy."O.k., Ginger. Let me show you to my nice van," he said as she locked the front door behind her as she jingled the keys with her right hand.Jimmy was a gentleman, holding the passenger side door open for her and making sure her skirt was fully inside the. " Squealed Jen. Girls, girls, that's natural, don't get in a panic." Chided Dr. Blake.Jen washed the brute's thick shaft with the rag rubbing up the veiny stalk and over the head which spread out like a huge flower. "God Heather, I can actually feel his blood pumping up his cock, the whole thing is like hummin in my hand." Whispered Jen.Heather leaned in closer to her friend and whispered back "Imagine tryin to suck a cock that damn big, you'd strangle on that thing." Both girls were mesmerized. ‘And wherever we go in life, however far or however much things change, you’ll always be in the back of my mind. We are but a handful of dust, each grain a year of our lives. No, not of our lives, but of our youth. To which we forget. And yet, only remember as the best. To the very contradictory paradox of death. And when we forget ourselves, and meld to another. The precise moment of contact and bond, to where we realize the other is there. Not because we have to be, but by the very essence of. “Why would anyone wear blue armor? Did he paint it, do you think?”“No idea,” Arlade intoned wryly. “I haven’t managed to get a close look at him. It’s probably paint or some kind of strange stain. An affectation, no doubt; a way to acquire some renown. ‘I’m Stupid Pigfucker, the Blue Knight’ or some such nonsense.”“Well, it won’t save him,” Qualan cackled. “I’m sure his armor will melt as well as any other Knight’s.”“Master,” a woman’s voice called from the base of the small hill. Arlade took a.