Now Jaano tastes his seed while lapping at my moist lips. He finds my clit and his tongue circles it superbly; such is his skill. Instinctively I pres... his face closer as his tongue tickles my sensitive bud. To us, the Mentrassa, this is a sacred act; celebrated in poetry and song since time immemorial. The mystical heart of womanhood is a small, seemingly insignificant place but it is a place of great power; the eye of the needle of creation and the epicenter of the maelstrom. As Jaano. I suppressed the urge to break out laughing, but I wanted to see what was going to happen. He asked her to tell us about her kitty and show us how he flies. "He's a little kitty, he's all white. He likes to jump on top of the refrigerator, then fly off of it." She spread her arms out and mimicked flying all over the stage. I wished I had a video camera! I wondered where the heck this flying kitty story had come from. When he'd finished with them, and they sat down in their chairs, he asked how. One modest admonition: there’s no ‘short version’ for me. If you’re in a hurry please go someplace else.[Saturday morning in the ‘here and now’.]Theresa Westcott sat down beside her mom, Elizabeth. It was a little after 6:00 a.m. on a Saturday in June not so long ago. Theresa, her sisters, her brothers, her mom, dad and a whole passel of grandparents would be headed out for St. Paul’s United Methodist in a few hours. Theresa was twenty-two, fresh out of college, and she’d finally landed her. Five years later and I am still here, doing a good job, no-one disputes that but neither what they had expected nor desired. —– Sally: I managed to stay faithful to my wedding vows for nearly five days in Sirolo. Sam and I swam and tanned during the day, taking just a simple salad for lunch. In the evenings we would go out to eat some of the excellent seafood and drink a little wine then on to a club for a little dancing until Sam found someone to disappear with and then I’d go home alone. On.