”Realizing that he was drinking hot coffee out of a pot that was in his garage, he looked at coffee pot for a minute. The warming light was on. Wond...ring where the electricity was coming from, he put down his cup. Squatting, he looked under the table and saw that the pot was plugged into one of his extension cords. He followed the extension cord out the door and saw that it went over to the house next door. Turning to the women in the garage, he asked, “Who did that?”“I did,” one of the women. How can I remember the absence of something? My mind certainly doesn't search every single memory I've got and find that none of them contain such an introduction.A great deal of our sense of self is formed from memories that we're constantly consciously and especially subconsciously aware of. One simplistic computer analogy is that they're in RAM rather than on hard disk. In humans there's a great deal of overlap between 'program' and 'data', which is another simplistic analogy. How we behave,. I bore down, as if trying to relieve myself, and found it, too, helped with the pain. I thought I could take more."OK, go ahead and give me the rest of that ass-killer," I groaned.She pushed in slowly, until I thought the head of the monster was coming up my throat. I pushed back toward her, my ass gobbling up inch after awful inch. It seemed to take forever before I finally felt the base against my ass cheeks. My asshole felt bruised and strained, the muscles in my sphincter tight and. Her fiery, intense attitude was a real surprise.I pulled her down from the bed, turned her around positioned her for a back entry doggy style. She stood on the floor and slightly bend her body, opening her ass wide open for me. I slapped her ass a few times as I rubbed my dick on her ass crack.She turned her head back. She said she had not tried anal sex till now. I licked her ass crack a few times, bit her ass cheeks. I slapped them, turning them red as I pushed my hands from between her arms.