" It was explicit, for sure," she replied, "but it wasn't porn. Porn is puerile and panders to fantasies ... primarily male fantasies. There's no emot...on, there's no relationship and the actors are merely objects. This film attempted to portray realistically the physical and emotional stages of a relationship. It's the difference between porn and erotica." I get it -- it's the emotional connection between the characters that makes the difference." Precisely. I think that's what women want in a. As I turned towards my room she grabbed my arm, "Where do you think you're going?" She asked forcefully."I was going to grab some shorts from my room," I said, what a stupid question I thought."No you don't!" The tone of her voice was a little unexpected, "You need to go into my room and pick us each a bikini, you want to be a girl, you're going to be a girl!" But...I can't go outside in a bikini, what if someone sees?" I begin to argue."No one will see, besides do you want me to tell mum and. There would be no deliverance from this hell and Ann had to use all of her strength to except her reality without going mad at the sheer thought of it. She laid there in pain and unable to move for hours waiting for someone to return and resume her tortures. And as time wore on she had no choice but to release her bowels and bladder, not able to hold it any longer. And the wretched stench of her own mess invaded her nose and she used all her will power not to vomit, with the gag in her mouth. But even with her eyes on his she felt like she was staring at all of him, especially that huge cock that was right...there.Clinton's eyes shifted to Greg. "Be good to her, Greg, my friend. Your Joanie deserves careful attention." I...will," Greg said, watching the equally stunning back side of Clinton as the big man, with his arm up waving goodbye, walked away. He looked even more powerfully 'V' shaped from the back, with a tight, round, muscled ass that wiggled a little when he walked, like a.