That's trained into you by the mechanical limits of human speech and hearing, in a process that makes as much sense as the Space Shuttles' engine size...being restricted by the width of horses' asses. Both are logically absurd, stupidly restrictive, but true.My four subconsciouses had learned to communicate and cooperate with each other; by definition, without my consciously being aware of it. So when I had a memory retrieval need, it was possible for two (or more) subconsciouses to work out what. She was warned not to make a sound as she would love the thrills they were going to show her for the next two days.The first thing the wife did was shave the girls pussy completely. Then the hubby felt the smooth pus and spread her pussy lips. Next they painted her pussy with a caramel cream making sure to get the into every crease of her pussy lips. They also spread the flavored cream on both tits covering each nipple. the wife then licked and sucked the tits and nipples tasting the cream as. ." I'll ride on top, Baby," Louise offered. "All you have to do is lie there with your cock sticking up and I'll do all the work..." Yeah, okay..." Pete, bemused, climbed up on the table and Louise straddled him -- and a moment later, his cock was being bathed in warm pussy juice and Louise was bouncing up and down...Eddie Ray glanced around and realized that if he wanted to chance it, he could get a second opinion; Clint and Terence were sitting on the couch watching in music video and. I don't think any of us do..." She trailed off."'Us'? What do you mean?" You know: sissies, crossdressers, transvestites, trannys - whatever youwant to call it." She looked thoughtful and measured in her speech."Is that what you consider yourself then?" Kyle questioned."I don't know, and that's the part I think you are going to struggle with- you always want to label things to make sense of them. You wouldn'teven listen to Slaves, until I convinced you they were punk." She teased,knowing this.