The first one is what made a person who they are. Everything from their parent’s genetics, to how they were raised, the environment they grew up in,...and any uncontrollable outside influences causing a life changing event. The second section of the path is what we see, feel, hear, taste, and touch at this very moment in time. It is a collection of fleeting moments that may or may not influence us immediately, but could have a big impact on us sometime in the future. The final section is the path. She leaned down and began kissing his stomach. With little kisses and flicks of her tongue she made her way down to his waistband. She reached underneath his underwear and pulled out his huge dick. It plopped onto his stomach with a thud and they both laughed. She told me before that it was 10 inches long and as thick as a soda can. She was off a little. It was closer to 12inches and was thicker than a coke can at his shaft and got just thinner than a soda can at the head giving it somewhat of. After one more French kiss and(this cycle continued for more than a hour) a superb blow job by her ( it’s really awesome) and I tried to insert my manhood and she is already wet so it took just 2 pushes to make it in and she yelled and I kissed her and I loved the sounds. We both made unknowingly and after fucking her I cummed in her very early (she told that she had pills) and we changed the position and she was on top and rode me very fast and I got hold her both the boobs and she fell on me. .. Al, this is your father. What did you do?”“Dad, I didn’t do anything. A girl on campus has accused me of forcing myself on her but...”“Forcing yourself; you mean raping her? What the hell is wrong with you? I raised you better than...”That was it, he’d had enough abuse. It was the last straw. “You know what, screw you too,” he yelled before disconnecting. That was it, the preverbal piece of straw. Throughout his entire life he could never figure out what he needed to do to measure up in his.