If it can be thought, then why not experience it, even if it is to say; That is not for me.Time is usually the governing factor, but when it is not a ...ajor contributor of boundaries and nothing else is there to prevent total immersion, anything can, and often does happen. On those occasions, we may start out with a role playing fantasy only to finish in another place entirely.I was to be the subservient one. This is a rarity because I like to be in control under normal circumstances. Jenni had. The air still trapped in his lungs came out in a rattling breath rotten with decay. His mouth opened as if to scream, but his throat was frozen as well. ... Evil woman! ... Damned witch! ... No right to cry over me!... The thoughts entered his head like a raspy, wheezing voice in his ear, as if spoken by vocal cords already tattered with decomposition. ... Drove me to drink! ... Gambled to make back money you spent! ... Nothing good enough for you!... Richie tried to gasp in air, but his lungs. I finally made her run the boat, so there'd be some fish left for the rest of us. For two days, we had a boat limit by noon, so we spent an afternoon at Fort Stevens and headed home early the second day. The Sommersets had joined us and we felt that over 40 salmon—mostly silvers, but 5 were Chinooks—was plenty for the winter. (We smoked half of them. Marvelous!)Of course, our phone calls to the twins included a lot of good-natured teasing about them missing the fun. They pointed out that spring. The covers had drawn away from exquisite figure. She lay on her back. Her large, firm breasts thrust up proudly. Her long fingers rested casually in her blond haired crotch. The tip of one finger lay on her clit. The older woman was drawn into the room the totally innocent sexuality of the young woman's pose. The young blond's face had a rapturous smile. "I'll bet I know who she's dreaming about!" She thought. Her own pussy was soaked with the juices of renewed sexual excitement.She sat down.