Philosopher Peter Poet meets Eve and her dear daughters and his meat meets all their cute cunnies.At age thirty-two, thirty-two years back, I travelle... overland with a friend from Amsterdam to India.As a fresh Master of Philosophy I got on welfare, soon I found out in practise I could do as I liked.A friend talked me into his travel plan to Anna University in Madras, now called Chennai, south India.At first he wanted to go by his old car, luckily custom rules by Iran and India prohibited this. Probably just his deodorant, but her excitement grew from its smell. She wanted to be touched and caressed by this man and she hoped he would be the gentle, caring lover she had imagined as she watched him on the beach. He got the telescope pointed almost to the right spot, then paused. She was close, closer than she needed to be, but he liked it. It was therefore quite a few seconds before he said, almost apologetically, “ Umm, sorry. I need to get close to line it up in the finder-scope.” . On the left was an especially large butt plug with two hoses going intoit plus a hose with an inflatable bulb, and some wires coming from it toa small box with a switch on in labeled "fill" and "discharge."Linna was initially confused as to its purpose, but another part of herbrain said, "to clean out your ass and be ready for fun" and Roryinsisted it go into the box. The rest she let Linna choose on her own.In her ever increasingly horny daze, Linna ended up choosing a largeribbed dildo, a. I admired that about her. Some people can’t work and talk at the same time or won’t, she could and did. She really was better than most of the males I have had over the years as far as getting the job done with little supervision. Later that evening I went to the TV lounge to meet Linda and Lucy was with her. I sat next to them and as we talked about the upcoming port of call, we made plans. I think by the way Linda & I talked freely, that Lucy had picked up, that we were more than mere.