It does that sometimes.Mostly I'm in control. I decide what to do and when to do it and who to do it with. I have a firm grip on myself. Uh, perhaps I... should rephrase that. But every once in a while it's like my brain gives my penis a four star promotion or something and as it puffs up with pride the rest of my body just does everything my dick says to.You know the feeling. Like you're sitting in a bar, your wife is two hours late because she's out buying shoes or somefuckingthing, and there's. Terrific.” I assured her that I thought it had been bloody terrific too. That was the moment that I remembered why I had come home at eleven this morning. “SHIT!” I jumped out of bed and back into my clothes before hastily flinging some things into the overnight bag. Sarah was a great help, all she did was lay there, giggling, and passing comments about my shrinking down member to its non-erect size at a great rate of knots.I got out of the house in about 10 minutes flat, back out onto the. "I think she spent her day in Galveston at the beach. She should be here before much longer."I grabbed a beer and went back to listen to the newest rant. I thought about the last time I had seen Renee. She'd been a freckle faced kid with braces and pig tails calling her brother a "booger eater" or something of that caliber.I was lost in my thoughts when calls of "Hey y'all" began ringing out like a redneck alarm clock. The gate opened and four gorgeous women came through the gate. I recognized. ”Mabana was astonished. “You have a personal lodestone, and you never mentioned it before?”“Most people neither know about nor can use a lodestone such as I have in my knife, so I keep it secret. Its existence if known would not make anyone any happier.”“You didn’t use it on your expedition?”“No. Corvo was our guide, better than any lodestone. At times, it is best NOT to know things, Mabana.”“I agree.”John now went on to speak with the Headman. He found him seated with Chief Otempi, and so John.