"At least, for the moment," I mumbled as I flopped onto my bed. I'dbought myself some time think. Now, I needed to actually figure out whatto do, so...that I could finally have the sort of life that I'd only everbeen able to dream about.**********************************************************************************************"Come on. You can do this," I muttered under my breath, trying to gettogether the resolve to go ahead.Currently, the way in front of me was blocked by a door. It. I started to remember Amanda getting plastered, having to walk her to her room, having to help her change, and….‘SHIT! Did I sleep in her room last night?’ My eyes peered open further to see Amanda’s tiny form in her Mini Mouse nightshirt. ‘Fuck, but I put her over there in her bed,’ I seemed to remember. But, her bed looked hardly slept in; the sheets and comforter were pulled back, like someone did sleep in there… Damn I remember putting her in that bed last night. As I went to stand up I. The four of them sat around and got high and eventually, the topic of conversation turned to sex. Marcia told them about a couple in her office who had swapped partners and belonged to a swingers’ club and how it had enhanced their sex life. Larry said that he knew a guy down at his office who had done the same thing with his wife and another couple. The four of them stared at each other for awhile, then Ted walked over to Joan and put his arm around her. Larry sat next to Marcia on the. As my dick slipped from her mouth I started to feel a sudden pain of sadness. It always takes me a fair amount of time to catch my second erection. Maybe twenty minutes or so. This time distanced me from the pleasure that I wanted to be having. I could imagine my meat train steaming through her love tunnel. I wanted to get on her and fuck her wildly. I wanted to slam her. As these thoughts danced uncivilly through my head I started to view the third body in the room. The body was very tan,.