Sperm falls, wriggling, like rain,To form oases in my brain, and I drink deeply, uncertainJust when the sky may ejaculate again, though clouds seed th...emselves,Seemingly magically, raining semen down on me in torrents,Without thunder or lightning, just the heat and light bornOf your masculine, virile, potent balls and brain.Men are strong; men are bold; men have cocks I can holdIn my mouth, my hand, my ass, and my brain;Some ladies (and ladyboys, too) fear them, for their armsAre huge; a man can. "I waited a bit, letting him squirm, then burst out laughing."Man," I said, "if you could ever get her to cross that line and do that to you, you deserve to have a clear path, buddy." I slapped him on the back, laughing. "Not that she EVER would, though, you know that, right?"Mark didn't say anything for a bit, just stood there in the kitchen with this look on his face. Then, he said, in a sort-of hushed voice, (probably cuz Michelle was crashed in my bedroom, nearby), he said, "Well, maybe we. I wanted a closer look and fortunately she was on the path to the restrooms. She was about 5'9"/5'10, wearing jeans, blouse, strappy heels (which put her over 6'). With full lips, a cute little beauty mark on her right cheek, what would later be confirmed as a plum, round apple bottom, and those breasts! Definitely not makeup and shadow. I was guessing 42/44DD! Worst case scenario she's a lesbian. She was physically my type of gal even if she wasn't a TS, but I was feeling nerve wracked and gun. I don't think we are looking at the Brujo's disadvantages or our advantages though." He looked around at the mixture of disbelieving and expectant expressions before continuing. "We are only five people." At a protesting noise from Sean, BB corrected himself. "Six with Sean but Sean also has all his friends out there." BB waved his arm at the open window. They could hear the sounds of horses and cows and chickens. They could hear birds and the distant yip of a coyote. "The six of us and Sean's.