I love this, this place of pure sensation, teasing myself over into the place where pain can take over. i get to take myself there and sometimes i let...katy take me there, too. i pull on the hair a little harder now and then let a finger into my dampening slit, just a little…not too much yet. i look up from my play and inadvertently catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror on the other side of the bed. at first, i am surprised, kind of forgetting it was there, but then i smile at this private. "What are you doing?" I asked Cindy."I'm sorry, it just feels... weird kissing a strange woman," she said."I'm not a stranger, I'm your HUSBAND!" I said raising my voice."KISS HER! KISS HER!" the peanut gang shouted. My wife rolled her eyes,then motioned me with her hand to kiss her after all. I leaned in andpecked her on the lips, but she didn't back away so I kissed her again,and then I began to french kiss her. I thought she would end it, but itseemed like she was enjoying it as much as I. I promise not to take it the wrong way or get upset," she pleaded with her son."No, you always take it the wrong way," insisted Bobby to his mother, and he took on the appearance that 'he would not be moved'.Now his mother was really hurt, to think her son would not tell her what was bothering him."But you're such a frump; you never try to be modern like the other mums," Bobby blurted out, his mother smiled to herself, 'I knew he would tell me'.Were as Bobby thought to himself, 'I had better. .. it might not have happened at all ... if just one thing had changed. If the Big Bang had been neither, but a small whimper instead. If one of the countless nanoseconds of events since had occurred sooner, or later, or here instead of there, or even—not at all. If one of the acts of intent, of negligence, of animal instinct; the acts of rage and sorrow and love and laughter; the acts of God ... if only one had been different.But Rome fell, the Santa Maria sailed, Krakatoa erupted, the.