I was supposed to have it forever.“Don’t worry, Mom,” Pattie said.“Don’t worry, angel?” I demanded, my heart racing.“It’s sunrise. You... futa-cock just went away. You’re like the cheerleaders. They only get their cocks at night. While right now Ms. Marcie and Officer Cindy are now growing their dicks.”I stared at my daughter. “What?”“They come and go at sunrise and sunset,” she said. “You’ll have yours from sunset to sunrise, and Ms. Marcie’s the opposite.”“Why?”Pattie shrugged. Then she. Mike pointed at a computer monitor on his busy but tidy desk.On the 40” colour HD Sony screen, there was a view inside some shed or such and I could see a log pile, a ride-on grass cutter, some garden tools, a sack of something and the back of a man, his jeans down below his knees, his tight white arse, which contrasted with his tanned muscular torso and legs, shunting back and forth at the naked, white, ample rear end of a woman, skirt round her waist, knickers nowhere to be seen. Just about. Kelly’s ‘If I could turn back the hands of time’, and as the man began to sing, every woman in the room who had a man simultaneously held him closer. Those who did not were visibly shaken. I watched them all as their mouths opened slightly, and their faces became a mixture of nostalgia, slight emotional pain and lust.It was if they were all being reminded of a long lost love, memories previously locked deep inside their hearts. The couple in matching Armani apparel began to dance sensually. One. He always felt a bit awkward in an unfamiliar private home.He quickly realized that the bathroom was occupied, the door open just by a few inches, the light shinning through the opening. He started to retreat, then halted as his eyes adapted to the bright and the dark of the hallway. Through the opening, he could see the mirror on the wall. And in it, his reason for pausing rather than beating a hasty retreat to his room.Valerie was there, her image clear in the large mirror. She was leaning to.