We straighten up in our seat just in time to pass another carriage traveling the other way. Full of nuns. We look at each other and laugh. I tell the ...river we need to go to Buckingham Fountain. As we approach, the fountain is as colorful as ever and with the reflection of the wet streets it only serves to enhance its intensity. We sit back and let the sound of the waters and the subtle brilliance of the colors along with the warm wet night lull us into a clam state of euphoria. (not to mention. ” She ordered. He complied. She slipped the jar between the cushions. “Ok.” She said. He opened his eyes. “You’ll have to wait a bit before I give it to you.” She said, smiling mischievously, her pussy was tingling with anticipation. She stood up before him, and slowly began to pull her shirt up her body. He watched as her entire belly became exposed, and then her young tits. She wasn’t wearing a bra. She dropped her shirt on the floor, smiling, and slowly turned around. Her hands slowly. One of them covered with wonderful kiddy puke. I know, we had just met, but I’m a nice guy. Besides, plenty of people had helped me over the years. Just figured paying it forward was the best way to pay it back.So there I stood holding a 6 month old while keeping a 2 year old confined to a chair. Mom was trying to clean puke off of her 6 year old and herself. Meantime, I’m just looking around, checking everyone and everything out. Eclectic group of suburban mall walkers, shoppers and. I suddenly sat up. That was it! Any woman I wanted!So that was what Uncle Albert had done! Somehow, god knew how, FUCK was tailored so that it would affect only those women that I wanted. I rapidly reviewed the extraordinary events of the last few days. The three women that had succumbed – Wendy, Connie, and Kylie – were all women that I desired. Even though in Kylie’s case my desire had been stimulated by the FUCK coursing through my system, it had undoubtedly become very real. And as soon as.