Moaning softly she looks at me.My bulge is rock hard. I loved every inch of her body. I loved it when she teased me. I loved it when she screamed. I l...ved making her cum.She takes notice of my apparent erecting cock and smiles walking over to me as I lay on the bed. She pulls off her bikini bottom and unties her top. She stratels my lap and her hand rests on the growing tent in my shorts as she leans in to kiss me deeply. “Hi,” she giggles pushing her tongue in my mouth as her hand begins to. I’d finished a pretty nice joint, was beginning to feel a little relaxed and mellow – he talked about a whole lot of disjointed things and I was just listening to him ramble on. On the second drink he blurted out, “I’m not gay or anything…never…uh…I mean…you like sex that way. You know…up the…?”I assured him that I did, “I love it most of the time Dean [I think that’s what his name was] that’s what makes me a decent little whore. I enjoy being fucked that’s all.” We thought everyone else was. Olsen. She is tall and strong, a very handsome woman, with a very potent personality. She is about 45. There is no Mr. Olsen around. I do not know if she is a widow or a divorcee, she is not the kind of person that you ask questions of. We genuinely do not like each other. I think she is overbearing. She thinks that I am wild, spoiled, disrespectful. While she is my landlady, I cannot wait to get out of there, and she cannot wait to have me gone. But, she still is very much in my fantasies.. Their purpose in empowering you is not altruistic. Their purpose is not to benefit you or humanity. I half-suspect their purpose is to put up a front that helps ensure their survival. I half-suspect that their purpose is to flush me out, to get me to expose myself, perhaps to destroy me, although they truly have no idea who or what I am.“Moreover, dear Cynthia, you are being taught lessons, but not by your ‘gods’. The being giving you these lessons is much much older than your ‘gods’. Or at.