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Yancey looked through a set of souvenirs from Uncle Roy's collection at a table in the rear wing of the roadhouse that also housed the workshop, pool (presently unused) cabanas, as well providing a back entrance to the registration desk for the bungalow courts stepped down the side of the hill overlooking a ravine where oak and pine greenery ; gave way to the persistent fringes of the desert, where sage and cactus and tumbleweed unlike people all got along together regardless of the weather. He had a boner. Started to hone it through his trousers and then i thought about it. Better get back to work. Time enough for that stuff later. Jerked it a bit just to loosen up the heaviness of his ballocks. He'd fuck them all later. After the masquerade was over.
When the rest of Yancey*s plans had fallen into place and he didn't have to race his mind around from one subject to another like a locoweeded bronco.                                               

Yancey buttered his lower lips with saliva from his tongue.
Scraped it off with his eye fangs. Yancey aligned a nude figurine from Uncle Roy's collection between the haunches of another finely modeled statuette. Ceramic cock went right into the other one's cunt. From behind. And from the front. With nuance.
One could even configure the small sculptures into a blowjob, cunt suck, or the venerable number sixty-nine Yancey had encountered worldwide in his scholarly studies and throughout recorded his­tory. One thing Yancey knew about Uncle Roy: That boy had either good taste or good judgment or both. With respect to both the selection of the artifacts in Uncle Roy's collection and the women he kept on premises.
Yancey removed the objects from the table and returned them to their indexed slots in among the rows of glass-fronted case-stalls aligning the walls and most of the room's interior.

He pulled out a painted clay whistle molded in the shape of a cock-and-balls assemblage.
Fondled a tube for suction that protruded from the flews of a cunt-shaped jug.
Drove his eyes through a crack in the doorway in response to shifting rays of light from the other side. The door creaked open a bit wider of its own accord or from a draft.
Or perhaps—Yancey gasped. Saw Little Ramona's ass. The flash of Sallie Anne's tits.
In the mirror of the cabana in which the two women were now showering and changing. And something else was disarranging the shadows. Yancey pulled a disappointed jaded mirthless-as-a-skull droll smile. The stud Lafayette had been in there all the while, probably. Had waited for the girls. Or had they invited him in to begin with? It was going to some fucking going down. There was no doubt about that. Someone might even get a video camera out and make a sex video.

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