He swallows hard. I want him so much. I see his lips part, his perfect white teeth, a hint of his tongue. My heart pounds as he leans in. I want this.... Our lips melt together, hungry tongues find each other and dance together, rhythmic, tribal.Two serpents coiling together.We groan into each other’s mouths as we grind our bodies against each other. Our hips, our chests, our height, our bulk. Our sameness. It feels never-ending. Like the first kiss I ever had, I’m drunk from it, but unlike that. I’m not sure I trust her, though – after all, she didn’t warn me that this might happen.’ ‘So what are you going to do?’ asked Gwen. ‘I,’ pronounced Angela in her most dramatic tone, ‘Am going to figure out how to pee with this thing. Then I’m going to take a shower.’ ‘Sounds like fun!’ grinned Gwen. ‘Can I watch?’ ‘Yeah, if you like,’ smiled Angela. After all, her mother did say to have some fun with it… Angela stood in front of the toilet bowl and aimed her penis at the white porcelain. She. To most of the residents of suburbia, it was the perfect end to a lazy summer Sunday afternoon.Eerie shadows from tree branches outside the window danced across the bedroom walls. There was an unpleasant and deafening silence throughout the house broken only by Cathy's occasional sobs. Over the last three hours her emotions had gone from disbelief, to anger, to remorse, and finally despair.Cathy still could not believe her loving husband of seven years would walk out on her for simply having a. She poured the cream in both cups, and put a little of the rum in his. "I heard that alcohol isn't good when a woman's pregnant. I'll just have to learn to like it, without. I already drank two beers, before I found out. No more for me, until after he's born."They sat there, laughing, talking, and planning, until she remembered what she had seen. "Honey. Go look out at the side of the camper. Nearly at the top and slightly back from the door. Don't turn on the light, so you can see good. I.