I have to tell you that just seeing you made my wife hornier than she's ever been in her life." Oh Ian that's enough," said Trish Matheson grinning. "...Oh all right maybe it's true, maybe I was thinking about that huge cock while we were making love." Well it certainly was good for me last night, it was some of the best sex we've ever had. So as a way of saying thank you whatever you order is on the house."Vikki ordered a latté and a salad sandwich while I ordered a long black and one of their. “Don’t get that bastards cum on my clothes,” I said. “What am I going to do? Well divorce you, of course. What else can I do?” I never saw so much horror in a person’s face as when I mentioned the word, “divorce.” “No, you can’t do that. Gary, this was just a physical thing, he means nothing to me, nothing at all, I love you, only you. What about Tammy, what would she do with out her father, please you have to listen to me, please.” I couldn’t take any more. I had to get out of there before I. “What year is it … me sahib?” “Don’t be daft! It’s 1930!” “1930?” It didn’t make sense. His fare had seemed all right when he’d entered the cab. Ishmael figured that he’d better do the right thing and made the turn to go to the hospital. “Yes, you fool, it’s 1930!” Rueben shouted and pounded on the Plexiglas. Ishmael stepped on the gas, and was almost to the hospital when the light suddenly turned yellow, than red at a corner. For an instant, he considered running it, and getting Rueben there. “Oren, did you eat a brownie?” He looks confused, and shuffles his feet. “Will said you wanted me to eat it, Sir. Said you said to keep my bl**d sugar up.” ‘Will is a lying bastard, and those brownies had pot in them.’ ‘Ohh…that explains why I feel weird.’ He pokes the balloon in my hands and starts giggling. ‘Are you going to faint?’ Oren doesn’t answer, he just keeps petting the balloon. Reginald chimes in. “He’s bl**dy useless.” ‘Great,’ I sigh. ‘My houseboy is high, and there is no one to.