" If you're unsure what I mean, allow me to describe two brief scenarios. Let's say you pick the first option and ask someone to perform an illegal ac..., such as stealing an item from a store. Should they be caught in the act, they cannot be charged with anything or found guilty of any crimes if it is explained or revealed that the reason they did it is because you asked them or told them to. In essence, the first option grants you the word of God." Now, let's consider the same scenario, but in. The teachers told us to get up and run to the Costume we wanted to wear, whatever we picked was going to be the costume we were going to be in.I got up off the floor, and started to the Costumes, I wanted to be the Cowboy. As I was running, I tripped, and fell down. I was all right, but as I got up, I saw that the Cowboy outfit was taken, and so was every other outfit. A girl got the Cowboy outfit. She said that she was a Cowgirl. The Baker, the Fireman, and Army Guy were all taken as well, so. We looked at the books for a minute-- she reached for one called Foucault For Dummies and I dismissed it with a haughty glare-- and eventually arrived at a thin introductory volume. All the while, though, I was looking at her-- her fat breasts loose under her Obama T-shirt, a roll sticking out on one side of her hips, her ample butt squishy in her jeans. There was something monstrous about her, large and hairy as she was, something repellent and yet magnetic, the sight of a woman my age so. She made me sit on the couch while was she was down on her knees. She seemed to defy her age when it comes to sex.I was sitting naked on the couch, with my clothes scattered out there on the balcony. She came closer, between my legs and began to kiss me full on the lips. She was sucking my lips and I could hear the smooching sounds coming out from her mouth. I responded by opening my mouth, inviting her in.I placed my legs on either side of her hips and held her close with my legs. My hands.