“Hal, may I present Gerri, who helps me?” She turned to the waiters. “I’m sorry, gentlemen, but I don’t know your names. Gerri, would you in...roduce us?” It was pleasant to watch Joan’s interactions, and the way she showed no condescension but just respect to all.Gerri was eye-catching. My first glance recognized her as taking her style from what some called the Golden Era of pre-Code detail that I noticed, and then, as she swung into a sitting position from the way in which she had lounged, her. That’s why he chased her out of the hotel room, down the hall, up three flights of stairs and tackled her to the ground. His body still felt the effects of hers under his, which reminded him of the night they shared before she left. The memory was still fresh in his mind as if it was just this morning and not six years ago. He had woken up to Sloane sleeping angelically next to him. The fact that it was the first time he had actually been there in the morning barely registered as he drank in. From ages 12-18 it was all I could think about. I wanted pussy on my skin, in my mouth and around my dick. Every woman I looked at, I wondered what her pussy would taste like, what noises she would make when I touched her, if she liked rough sex, if she thought about sex a lot. This would race across my mind hour after hour.Every once and a while I would think about my old neighbor. I thought about what a penis would taste like, what would it feel like to put my dick in an asshole. I. . on occasion, when it suited his purpose. It drove me crazy. I figured it was a ruse to take over the group. He was definitely the most dominant male we had. So, of course, he took over. We argued almost constantly back and forth by private message. I fought with him over everything. He wasn't going to make me grovel at his feet for mere scraps like the rest of these idiots were doing. I was a leader in my own right, and I refused to cower to him. What started out as arguing, eventually became.