When he answered all she said was "Go to your room." and she hung up. "My name is Tina. Don't tell me yours. How old are you?" He answered that he... was 20. "How old do you think I am honey?" He said that he guessed late 20's. He was actually thinking mid 30's but did not want to chance being too high and getting her mad. He might loose his chance at a good piece of ass. "Pretty close." Tina answered. They did not say another word till the car pulled into the four-car garage at Tina's. Perhaps that will revive me.’ ‘Okay. And I think you could use a massage afterward.’ ‘Excellent suggestion.’ I tried to smile as I headed upstairs. A few minutes later, I stood underneath the hot spray of the showerhead, leaning back against the tile wall, my eyes closed. As the hot water cascaded down my front, I could feel the stress and fatigue melting away, being carried down the drain to the mysterious abyss of the city sewer system. Slowly, I began to feel more human, more energetic. . I looked up at him and smiled. I rubbed my hands together again. "As I was saying, this stuff here heats up when it comes in contact with membrane." I smiled even bigger and held my hand directly under his beautiful cock that just happen to be pointing straight out of his body. "May I?" I asked and he looked at me very puzzled. "You mean I'm going to have to give hand jobs, too?" He said worriedly. "No," I assured him. "But this was not supposed to be in my box of oils and now it's on my. Taking leather, Bear Claw made a holster for her pistol in a cross draw position, on her left hip and kept her new Bowie along the small of her back, at a slight angle with the handle on her right side. I adjusted my belt to hold one of the Navy revolvers on each hip and the two .50 caliber pistols butts out, barrel together, at the small of my back. The Bowie still rode on the side of my right calf and the tomahawk on the left calf. William threw in a very soft, colorful blanket as he bid us.