There was "The Poetry of Robert Frost." And one called "America in Pictures." Also included was "Adventures in Literature," a book Chance saw as havin... some possibilities for exposing a Plan B. There were also books on politics, government, gardening, and basic homemaking. And one by a Wendell Wilkie, called "One World," that Chance thought might hold promise. At least until he read into the book a bit. Wilkie had been, ho hum, a Republican presidential candidate, yawn, in the last century,. She usually didn’t wear bra and due to this her breast were always swinging. Which made me crazy. As I have told she has a wide big ass. When I seen her in this way I was started to fuck her, and gradually its became my fantasy to fuck her specially her wide ass. Once I went Sharma home and this time I had not any gift for her, so I tried to give her cash money and said her, aunty I have not bring a gift for you so please accept it as a gift but she refused to take it. When I insist very much. “Not really. I used to think it isn’t me, but someone else taking control. Since my visit to nowhere-land I know that isn’t true. Out there I found the freedom of my home, Chaos in eternity. Here on Calmyra, I live within boundaries. I have a body, I can die, I did that often. More important, I have human emotions. The strongest of my emotions can reach into my other form of existence. That’s what you see, a mixture of my human and immortal being. In my immortal existence without human. He wasn’t too nimble and his fat arms didn’t really have much range of motion, but he really tried paying attention to my body. He noticed my dick was as hard as a mast, and he attempted to stroke my dick a few times, but he struggled maneuvering. “Eh, do you mind if I… eh, you know… touch… myeself” I finally said with a sheepish voice and looking down at my crotch.“Oh, sure, baby, go ahead!” Donnie said smiling. “I‘d actually… ugh… Aaaaah!… love to see’ya ugh… pleasing yourself… ugn, ugn,.