Laura extended her part of the kiss laying her head on her lover’s shoulder and lightly kissing all over Greg’s neck. Finally the light stubble of...beard tickled too much. Laura straddled her man and held his face just to look at him. “I looked in the fridge, there’s not much. Do you want to order, go out, or go shopping?” “I hate to suggest, but let’s put some clothes on and go out somewhere, somewhere casual though.” They walked hand-in-hand into a deli nearby. They got their sandwiches, sat. "It's not always gradual. That's why I asked about nuclear war. I spent a whole week in a kind of post-apocalyptic world. It was horrible! I had to eat rats and wear a lead-lined coat. That Ronald Reagan went just a little too far with his threats against the Soviets in the Pakistani missile crisis..." I remember that. It was touch and go, as far as I remember." And then President Brezhnev, the senile git, called Reagan's bluff and it was fireworks! I wasn't there for the crisis, but I was. They all break up with me saying that I am just the worst fuck they've ever had. I'd be inclined to laugh them off except that it's been every single one, even the one night stands. All I've dreamed about is having a loving family but that obviously isn't going to happen at this rate. They say those who indulge in too much sex go to hell right? So maybe if I were to reach out they'd give me some tips right?SUCCESS! After a couple of months research, studying ancient satanic texts and the coming. “Will you two cut it out, you’re both sluts! Becky is just a more recent one,” Ashley said. “And these conversations are normal between you all?” Chris asked. “Basically yeah, think of it as advanced girl talk 101, only the important stuff,” Dana said. “If that’s your idea of basic, then I’m definitely a few classes behind,” Stephanie said. “Don’t worry, we’ll catch you up in no time,” Becky grinned. Stephanie laughed it off and fixed her bikini; Becky’s words suddenly making her feel.