It’s a possible theory anyway. My theory is: these things, these fetuses, these future people, have no consciousness or at least no conscious though.... All they can do is feel, am I right? Perhaps they are conscious in the womb, almost certainly are, otherwise why the kicking deal? But what could they think? They have no language. They are in this warm wet place, hearing garbled noises through a wall of flesh, feeling the beat of their mother’s heart. They were inside of Deirdre. I speak from. "Well, perhaps a few minutes. I certainly didn't want to be late."She flashed that wonderful smile and I was captured, then and there. "Shall we go?" Without waiting for my reply, she trotted onward down the road in her usual direction. Conker fell into step beside Wenty, and we rode along the roadside together.I could see that I was accompanying a very confident young lady and my uncle's words on the subject the previous day came back to me. Perhaps she was the self-assured suitor and I was. Then she requested for some time to get relax. And I was okay I don’t want her make any seen their due to house owners problem. After relaxation I slowly started touching her thighs and boobs. Kissing and sucking her neck. She started moaning and enjoying. As I said she was lean and I don’t have much expectation on her boobs and structure. But after removing her top and slip I was shocked to see her boobs was fair enough may be 34 firms with beautiful nipples to suck. Wow what a boobs! I have. You have twenty minutes to get home before the herbs start working. Thats all it is, but it will make you horny, and might impair you driving abilities. I get into the clothes, it is a short skirt, and a skimpy top that hurts my nipples, the clamps pushing them against the material. I dont remember much about the drive home, or even going into the house. Shaun meets me at the door, and kisses me passionately. I feel his raging hard on through the chinos he is wearing. He pulls me inside and.