"What are you doing?" Becky questioned, sitting up."Finishing the interrogation," Veronica answered, as she put the strap-on around her waist."What is...that?" Becky asked, confused."A cock," Veronica answered, walking back to the chubby girl."Stand up and bend over the table," Veronica demanded."W-w-what are you going to do with that?" Becky stammered.Veronica asked, "Are you a virgin?" Yes," Becky admitted, suddenly realizing the older woman's intent. Part of her was shocked at the thought this. In memory they are recurring, timeless, with vague borders and an always jumbled, inexact sequence. In the aftermath all one can say is that they occurred, and defiant memory recalls only the pieces, never their source or their reason.In the yellow-white sun Martha and Ronnie slipped into their swimsuits and I pulled on my shorts. We strolled through a small forest to a nearby village. We drank iced tea with lime and munched chicken salad sandwiches. Ronnie and Martha chatted and debated and I. " I started but he stopped myflow of questions."I have to go now, but I'll be around. Enjoy your drink and have anothergo at the Randomiser. Not many people get the luxury of two rounds inone night!" And he left.I stayed on the sofa for another few minutes trying to compute whatKasim just told me. Had I just met an alien, a god or something similar?No, it couldn't be. I am the rational type and, even if I was sitting ona brand new state-of-the art ass, I couldn't believe his last words. Islowly. Meeka pressed her lips together again, hating and loving all the sensations running through her body. Leaning in, Alex kissed her neck. Unintentionally, Meeka craned her head to the side, allowing him better access to her skin. His lips slowly worked up to her face, placing light kisses on her chin and along her jawline, finally landing on her lips. As if he was a puppet master, controlling her by touching her under her skirt, she kissed him back, even opened her lips, allowing his tongue to.