And my penis never got sore for some magical reason. Even if Siza would act wild she would always handle the penis part of me with care as if it was a...precious thing. And, the abundance of gizem everywhere was a sloppy slurry slippery slough of slick non friction passion.I wondered if they also stuck their hands up into the bull’s anus to make adjustments to his penis. I hadn’t seen them do that and Branch gave me a look for my thoughts which simply told me that “NO” they didn’t do that.Oh. After that we moved to Bangalore. Everything was good but she was arrogant. Usually women are arrogant so we moved on with it. There was no other problem. 6 months went on. One day in September maybe 15th whiles me and my Sister-in-law (sil) is traveling in BMTC bus. I couldn’t get a seat to sit but she got a seat in the front (ladies seat). Near corporation circle the bus was almost empty and I sit behind hers.I noticed that she is deleting the call logs from her phone named Raju. Raju was a. “He is unmarried, though many village girls vie for his attentions, Rebecca.”“Um ... yeah,” Rebecca replied uncomfortably. I can’t imagine why.She escorted Gudrun downstairs, via the elevator at the end of the hall. Gudrun eyed everything Rebecca pointed out in wonder. She grew especially excited when introduced to the refrigerator.“It’s cold, like Arcadia in the winter months!” She examined the selection of cold-cuts and cheese, fresh vegetables and fruit in the clear plastic drawers. She. "Honey?" I called out before opening the door.Suddenly, I found myself in a lush, green field. A short distance away, a blond woman in a green dress sat at a picnic table under a large oak tree. Carefully, I walked over, curious and unaware of my state of undress. "Uh... hello?" I meekly inquired, waving tepidly. She turned to me with a soft, warm smile."Ah, John," she began, motioning her hand to the other side of the table. "I have been waiting for you. Please, sit down and I will explain.