”“Why do you all live in Siberia, anyway?” Boyd asked.“Oh, are you taking an interest in my personal life, Boyd?”“Just making conversation.... Gotta pass the time somehow while we wait out the blizzard.”She sat on the ice and crossed her long legs, seeming to let her guard down a little at the prospect of a conversation that wasn’t just an exchange of insults.“Things on Borealis weren’t great. There were tensions between the different territories, I guess you’d refer to them as countries, and. ’ ‘And the camps?’ ‘Didn’t exist. The gays and minorities actually walked the streets.’ ‘Minorities?’ ‘Sorry, the ethnics…’ ‘The blacks, browns, yellows…’ ‘Yeah all those.’ ‘But they aren’t in the minority.’ ‘They used to be, but they all got rounded up. Hell most were already in jail for one thing or another, the companies just grabbed up the rest.’ ‘And the welfarers?’ ‘Work camps, teach them some values.’ ‘And this line… sex wasn’t always a line to a motel room and the next woman available?’. " Sorry you let me do it?"I thought about it. "No, not exactly." Want me to shut up?" No, but I'd really like a hug right about now. " She got up and came around the table and embraced me with her arm around my neck. I hugged her arm, feeling her head against the back of mine and her small breasts pressed up against my back."Thanks," I said for not particularly obvious reason. She nodded her head against mine and I knew she understood what I'd meant.About a half an hour later, we were back. How had it got so big in only a few days?He was peeing right up in the air, also he was pulling the skin off the end and it’s “head” was all swollen; I asked him how it had got so big. He replied with a question, “Does yours not get big when you play with it”.Well I had, had some morning “woodies” and a few strong ones but mine never looked like his.I looked down at my cock and it was sticking out, the biggest it had ever been, I couldn’t pee and I tried really hard, but the more I tried the.