Adha ne modda ne chustu chasenatu chastava nuvu kudaMe:ardamkala clear ga chapuAkka:nuvu kuda nanu chustu madda kotukuntavaMe:anta nuvu miss understan... chasukonanta chaputaAkka:okMe:nanu chalasarulu nenu chustu nenu think chastu kotukunaAkka:nalo antaga neku ame nachendeMe:taleyadu akka kane nenu chustunta naku pechiakepothundeMe:akka neku na modda anta estama adha morning na modda chustu ne puku rub chasukunavu kadaAkka reply chayaladu nanu kuda vadelase padukuna.Night 1am ayende naku malukuva. .." Do you like have you dick sucked?" Friendly, but let him feel as if he is in control. Lots of slurpy, sloppy sounds, got it, so that everyone can hear you?.."So, down to the bookstore. This time, dressed like a fucking girl scout, in my old fashioned green and yellow dress, with way too much tit for any girl scout, all green and yellow, brown shoes, even the hat..Judy dressed like a 10th grader from some catholic school..oh god we looked so fucking i*****l, but nobody busted us, that was. While I was fixing a gourmet meal in the microwave I thought about what was happening and what had been happening to me the past few days. The answer was obvious. Subjecting myself to the contents of the discs had to be the cause of the changes. Somehow being inside her or, more to the point, having her inside my head was causing me to undergo physical and maybe even mental alterations.As impossible as it seemed it was the only answer. The direct link from her brain or being or whatever to mine. It tastes like oysters and young men. Now the wetness of my fingers prepares me to stick my finger in, to explore my dark and painful spaces - pushing down my taint, sticking a little to the sides, preparing to enter in. I rim myself with my finger, callous at my edges that seem to swell - resisting my own seduction of my hole, and now, oh god - the tip in, alll that resistance and a pang of pain only makes me harder - I am ravishing myself, my own body defiled by my finger - as if I were god..