That suffocating truth of lucky sperm finding lucky egg to create life. Slide out naked and screamin’ and richer than the other 99’. Festering lik... some Civil War era gangrene. Loved having stacks of Benjamin’s. Hated what having so much of it meant for others. Paradoxes. Happiness. Wealth. Poverty. Struggle. Depression. Sanity. Frustrations of reality. The reason for being and why we are all the way we are, why we do what we do to each other… that deep existential shit of Plato and Socrates. He smiled when he saw that."Some things never change," he said."Oh?" If a man's going to be present in a meeting, a woman will pull her clothes tight to show off her body, especially her breasts. Even around here." That's kind of silly," she said, chuckling. "I'll try not to do that in the future. So anyway, let's get down to business." She felt a burble of happiness from her climax deep inside her, and for the next few minutes ruthlessly suppressed it. This was business, after all, and while. . OH MY GOD!”The door slammed and I heard Tracy beat a hasty retreat down the stairs. I was frozen, dick in hand, then my member quickly deflated and I gave an inward groan. I spent the next several hours in my room with the door closed, too embarrassed to show my face. I listened as Tracy put my brother to bed, and then the doorbell rang. Two other female voices joined Tracy’s in the hall, and their was a flurry of chatter before some sudden subdued whispers. She couldn’t be telling them,. "Heather, Lisa, you and Julie get the rest of the candles from my bag," She ordered, and I heard them moving to carry out their Mistress' command. "Rodney, you, Alan and Jon step out to the car and get my chair, would you please?" I heard their murmured agreement, and the door opening and closing.I had no idea what was happening, and I was not sure I wanted to know--but I was so hard, and I loved orally worshipping my Goddess Janelle's well-used holes and cleaning them hungrily (and lovingly)..