He's all over me and I'm wearing out. I should never have made this betwith him.He is fast. I can't catch him fairly. I try to get in his way but getb...wled over every time.I thought my endurance was high, but he's tapping into reserves that Ihaven't tapped in years and he's not even looking winded. I can barelystand yet he's barely breaking a sweat. Sometimes I envy him, buttonight I hate his guts.The stakes are high. Loser wears a short skirt, low cut blouse, andstiletto heels. I hate wearing. He clawed at the wire, now looking like a bloody smile, with his boss watching in horror. He threw Mary and Thomas aside and charged with his axe. All repercussions had been forgotten, as his swing sliced his cohort in half at the waist. “I’ll kill you! I don’t know who you are, but I’ll fucking kill you!”He began swinging wildly, trying to keep death at bay. He didn’t see the arrow, shot almost point-blank, nor did he feel it and punch through his skull. He fell to the ground and a second. ..and back...and back..."Oh fuck..." he muttered, "fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck." There was no limit as to how far back his leg would go! "Shit! I must have dislocated my hip!"Alex froze, too paralyzed to do anything. But then, not knowing what else to do, he pulled himself over to the window where the moon provided some light, and inspected his legs.Strange bulges and valleys. "Is this what a dislocated limb look like?" His hips were bulging in front and flat in back.Alex felt down over the bulges. I squirt a little lotion into my right hand and apply it tentatively to her back. I rub her shoulders, the center of her back, along her arms and down into the small of her back. Should I apply it to her buttocks I think, and figure what the heck. I squirt some lotion on her buttocks and receive no objection from Julie. My hand slides onto her smooth, round, fleshy buttocks, and I massage them gently, running my hand down between the cheeks, and then down onto her long firm legs. My erection is.