Joy thought that there were many great thingsabout her boy, but Steff could not make her feel so safe and warm withhis hugs as her Zigs did. No one el...e could make her feel that way,only her Zigs.The hugs feeling so good and different from anyone oneelse's now made sense.It was from her Zigs being gay. The feelings inthe hugs were solely from friendship. The hug was pure caringincarnate.Joy said, "Thanks for caring. Steff and I cleared that up. I took thebus home because I also wanted to talk. And Im grateful to be in such an arrangement! The following is a mash up of some of my true every day experiences. I love kitties and always really wanted a Siamese one but theyre not so popular and definitely not free but a few days ago I found one on the internet and just needed to have it and approached daddy with the idea. Can we please, please, please get the kitty? I whined to him when he got home. I dont think so…its not a good time and I dont know if we can it the attention it needs.. In fact, the area where I lived, the so called ‘North Shore’ suburbs just north of Chicago, seemed a great place to bike. There are quiet, safe streets, a couple of bike trails and limited traffic. It seemed ideal so I went to my local bike shop. No thanks, the mountain bikes I tried were not comfortable at all, the road bikes were worse. I searched the internet and learned about recumbents, decided on one I liked and drove an hour to test ride it and a few others. ‘Now this is it,’ I smiled as. Something about my powers must have linked us all, whether I tried to do it or not. Walts cock kept dropping rope after rope of hot cum in my mouth. He grabbed my hair hard, using the grip to push his cock so hard into my throat my nose was crushed against his groin. I was cum drunk, there was so much energy flowing through me that I felt like a Goddess. Nothing else mattered in that moment. I was blinded to the world around me as the energy rippled through my body and my soul. When Walters.