So we watched a silly cartoon about a bear and an airplane and air pirates. We both liked it. By then it was 10 o’clock. I said we ought to get read...y for bed. She said why don’t we go into the bathroom and wash each other’s hair and then get a shower. I said you mean together, naked? She said, of course silly, haven’t we done it before? I giggled and said oh, I guess I forgot. Heehee I really didn’t. So we each shed our clothes rapidly and went into the bathroom that is mine. It opens into my. On the top of the pile of documents was a Polaroid photo of a naked woman. I picked it up slowly and stared at it as if compelled to do so. She was standing against the backdrop of hideous green floral wallpaper. Her pose was slightly askew, her right shoulder pushing forward. Her hands were in front of her stomach, as if she was fighting an instinct to cover her breasts. Her skin was pale with random blemishes. Her breasts were each the size that would fill a man’s hand with nipples somewhat. Imagine cry’s hunger, or echo and destiny ebbed. Sky’s colored with volcanic puke- rusted and dashed with embers jade. People are there, not long lived of bountiful graces and followers, but they are there all the same- demanding remuneration, shaking their pitiful little fists skyward. With the very last gasp of life, they curse at him. Another child will die. So be it- death is but an illusion. I concede- neither an illusion nor a believer be. ‘Hush little one- for those bad, bad men are. They positioned themselves ready to lick and suck each other with Sammie taking the full length of his cock into her mouth as Nick licked up and down her labia, flicking her clit with his tongue. Sammie felt as if she would explode as mini orgasms flooded her body, her fanny slurping and quenching with each twitch. She could taste the salty tang of precome in her mouth and knew by Nicks even harder cock and his little thrusts and moans that he was about to shoot his load. Sammie shook her head.