If I acted as if I was just getting up quickly without thinking, I could stick my head all the way up her dress as I sat up. This thought got me so tu...ned on, that I knew I had to try it. “I think I just need to get a wrench to tighten this,” I said as I sat up. My head went straight up her dress between her legs and my face hit her right in her pubic mound. She was shocked, and stumbled backwards. Since my head was caught up her dress, she pulled me forward as she fell back. She ended up on. The ladies (I use the term loosely) both began picking up their clothes and putting them on as they instructed me to do likewise. I glanced at my watch and saw that we were cutting it damn close for me to get back to work on time, but they just laughed. We wound up pulling into the parking lot at exactly the time I was supposed to be walking into Sherry’s office Having downed the last of the two large waters on the way back to the office, I really needed to take a piss but went to Sherry’s. “That too,” agreed Ed. It was easy from outside to watch life with an emotional detachment that enabled one to see the cycles of season and the food chain. For the individuals involved, it was a drama of life that counted, a drama marked by birth and death, pain and pleasure, and hope and despair.Forgetting for a moment about the fact that Ed was a Druid, Dan said, “It makes you wonder about God. Does he help the hawk feed itself so that it can live or does he help the mouse so that it can. From that moment onwards, I couldn’t look on my son, Robert, in any other way, other than sexually. Every moment with him became a sexual innuendo of one kind or another. I would look at him across the kitchen and wonder how far his cock reached down his shorts and whether it was doubled up underneath. When eating at the dinner table I was turned on by the thought of raising my foot to touch his cock and make it hard as I looked into his eyes. At night I would hope his door would fling open.