A long night, my body writhing in discomfort as the heat escapes and slowly the haze lifts.Awake. Drenched. Still unsteady as I stand and look in the ...mirror. A shower should help, but it doesn't. It only washes away the sweat. But the long night is still on my face, and I look in the mirror and see stubble. I can't shave today. I can't keep my hand steady right now. Maybe later. But for now, the stubble will stay. The dark circles of a long night too.The day passes and it is evening. My head is. One principle and one principle alone governed everything the heels did or did not do. They had been created with the expressed purpose of enriching the life of the man with whom they were metaphysically bonded, and they accomplished that prime directive of theirs in a myriad of ways. While they had in no way forced Gale to adopt a bisexual lifestyle, they had done everything in their power to remove as many roadblocks as they could in order to make such a choice a viable one. In like. . well um, I think ... Bruce wants me back in three minutes." What the fuck are you babbling about, you fuckin' nimrod?"She looked like I had slapped her. "You've never called me names. You've never talked this way to me. What's gotten into you?" Oh well, let's see what might have me a tad bit on edge. It might have something to do with the fact that I haven't slept since six AM yesterday morning and I worked all damn night. Or it might just be that I got home to find my wife fucking a guy that. She could feel his erection poking at her thighs as it grew, and as she reached down to massage his dick and his balls, he sighed with pleasure. Once he was hard, she turned her back to him and braced her hands against the shower wall, inviting him to enter her already slick pussy. He thrust into her over and over, and she watched as her breasts bounced in time with his thrusting. He was hitting all of the right places and seemed to be enjoying himself, judging by the sound of things. He.