Where is the boundary between my free will and the Holy's will? Somehow I don't think there is a boundary. Somehow I think we and the Holy share respo...sibility for what the future will become, at all levels of magnification. Our wills are designed to combine with the Holy's will into a shared perspective."I paused for a moment and then added, "I do see myself at the Holy's child. Not to boast. I see you that way too. And as the Holy's child, my understanding of justice is not zero. It is just. I inhale sharply as you turn on your back, and you know that I am appreciating your beauty. I remove the towel completely, and let it drop to the floor. You turn your head to the side, your eyes at the level of my waist, and you notice a big bulge in my shorts. You can tell that I want you. Your eyes widen in anticipation, and feel open minded to whatever comes next. I continue to massage your arms, and down to your chest. I pour the oil on your breasts now, my large, warm hands sliding over. He droped his hand, selected '14' on the panel, and returned back to his previous position at the center of the elevator."Thank God," he sighed, both at the fact of his being alone and it being Friday.The cab doors closed and the elevator began pulling him upward. He adjusted his glasses, returned his hand to the laptop bag and grabbed a stick of gum from the front pocket. He downed the rest of his now lukewarm coffee and popped the gum in his mouth."Can't have shit breath today," he said to. Lou's thighs were gripping my head so I had trouble making out what Mom said to me. I could hear enough to start in the right direction, one hand on Lou's breast and the other on s*s. They in turn had a hand on each other and their other on Mom's breasts. I felt Lou move in time with s*s and it really did feel like my wife was fucking my mouth with her clit as s*s fucked my cock. And if s*s told me not to move, well, Mom was making sure. She had my balls in her hand.And I didn't want to move,.