My eyes flicked back and forth between the dancers and the third girl, catching peeks of both between heads of uncombed and unruly hair, fighting the ...headache that the blaring thumping stripper music was certain to give me. I managed to wheedle my way into the crowd a little further, feigning distaste and disinterest yet unable to tear my eyes away, every so often shooting a glance at the third girl, off in the corner. I was bumped and crowded, and one drunken asshole made a comment about the. She moved with me, welcoming me into her body with a passion she had forgotten that she possessed since her husband died.“Tell me when you’re ready,” I muttered. “I’m not as strong as I used to be when I was younger!”“Come in me now” Ellen encouraged me clenching her pussy muscles. Her moist pussy was pleasingly cumfortable.“This must be a record! Son-of-a-beetch!”. I climaxed, collapsing on top of her, my body ridden with spasms.Ellen came immediately after me, sighing my name, raking my back. Some of their greatest successes had come from finding the right item in the pages of some Xeroxed newsletter, but there wasn't anything here that struck him too forcefully. He reached for his coffee cup, and found it nearly empty and too cool to drink. Easily solved; he buzzed Mollie three times, the signal for another cup.A few seconds later, the door opened -- not Mollie, but Dale McMullen, the president of the Defenders, carrying two cups of coffee. "I was coming this way, anyway," Dale. "I'm a fascist?"Peggy nodded her head fractionally. "The things you believe in are justice, responsibility and accountability; none of which are even remotely compatible with the idea of freedom. Real freedom means that anyone can do anything they want to. Anything. Real freedom means no law, no accountability, no responsibility, and no justice. Real freedom would be pretty much the same as what used to be called the State of Nature."I felt my face relax, the frown melted away gradually as.