"Hi, I'm Ray," he said, smiling broadly.She turned to face him."I'm Marcy." Where are you from, Marcy?" Dexter, Kansas, but my parents moved here when... I was just a little girl, so I call Clewiston home." Really, well... I'm from Mississippi myself."Marcy's expression changed instantly, from the pleasure of a handsome young man's company to the resignation that he wanted nothing but her body."I... said I was from Mississippi," he repeated."Where... do you want to go," she asked."This way," he. You're determined not to let him dictate your vacation.Nevertheless, while this treatment was commonplace, the actual bizarre thing happened as you stepped out of the vehicle. You caught his smile in the mirror. He didn't try to hide it, and you don't know what he meant with it. While it didn't seem to hide some bad intentions, it didn't reflect any good ones either. But thinking too much over it is unlike you.He's gone, and you're by yourself for now.You take a deep breath, wipe the sweat on. "Joe, we have the magic bomb you said we'd need to pull off a population reduction event like the world has never seen, and do it invisibly while avoiding any contagion ourselves."I gave him my serious-as-a-heart-attack look, put both hands on his shoulders, stared hard into his eyes, and said, "If someone really did have what you say you have, it would save the planet and maybe – maybe - save it forever..."Othneal was literally vibrating as we walked back to the tenement. He was jubilant that. He didn't expect her to be home for a long time, so he had gotten into her panty drawer and found a nice pair of white, cotton panties. John slid them on, over his cock and balls, and immediately relished the sensation of the fabric against his manhood. Then he started to softly rub his bulge while perusing the porn pictures and videos.John happened on a video with a mistress instructing the viewer that, in order to hang out with her, they would have to go out on a date with her gay male friend.