As he watched me play, I becameincreasingly nervous. Not just because of his studied silence, butbecause of a strong feeling that my life was heading ...or the rocks.Finally, as I turned to face him, he said to me: "That's impossible!" Huh!" Look." he replied: "Some patterns can't be solved by 'logic' they canonly be solved by using a statistical method called 'constraintsatisfaction'...." Huh!"Sighing, he painfully showed me how some/many patterns were, inpractical terms, unsolvable except by. “If I apply the moral judgments from society at large, we are morally corrupt sinners. But who set those moral standards? Me? Certainly not. Why do I have to buy into those rules? Because some bunch of holier than thou citizens, probably all old men, get incensed that I have multiple wives and sexual relationships with other women. I choose not to give them that authority over my life.“The definition of sin means to miss the mark, and certainly most if not all people apply the term in a. Wifey enjoyed it by leaning forward a bit allowing my fingers to move further under to her pussy. She was already soaked as I could feel her wetness through the leggings. My fingers now pressing against her wet warm lips. She started to let out a small moan but stopped herself by biting her lip. Owwww how I could tell she wanted it so badly. The wife decided she couldn't handle it anymore and got up. We headed back through the museum as we went down stairs she couldn't resist but to rub my cock. ’ She looked a little better after her coffee but not much. ‘Rick, that was the guy that I hooked up with, and Tony went back to their place and we sat around drinking and laughing and stuff for a couple of hours before Tony said the he was going to bed. Rick was sitting next to me on the sofa and we had been kissing for a while when he slipped the straps from my shoulders and started playing with my tits, god it felt good, and then he kissed them and sucked my nipples and that felt even better.