I’m happy to have gotten to know this couple, and I hope for a close and long-lasting friendship. Keep your semen in your prostate, or wherever you store it.”
“I keep mine in a gallon jug beside the bed,” snides Taylor. “You got it. Right now, it looks really nice, better than the commercial gessos that bore me. Taylor heads to the refrigerator and the rest of us make ourselves comfortable in the living room. “What’s your name?” I ask her. “It’s for the men. Taylor pulls out of me, and we both stand. We review the day, compare thoughts, and find we both felt it went far deeper than a mere casual get together among horny friends. Almost before I know it I’m on my back, my legs reaching for the ceiling, ankles pushing on Henri’s shoulders while he plunges deep inside me. Carl leaves it for me to lock up when he leaves for work. Jo nods in agreement. I think of Taylor’s sisters, sweet and caring, and know that this is something we can never share with them.
