‘Let’s ‘pretend’ for a minute that ‘Science’ has developed the technology to record thoughts, or more specifically, one’s total sense of...an experience. Further, let’s assume that these recordings can be played back, and to anyone, anywhere, given that the proper equipment is on hand. The twist here is that the recording wouldn’t be played back on some sort of screen. Now, I want you to keep an open mind here, because we’re going to assume that this recording could be fed directly into the. " She was openly crying."We found this big lake and we stopped for a day, while Papa told me that I was supposed to keep the men off of the girls. If one came near them I was to either cut him or go get Papa. He said this in front of everyone, so that they wouldn't bother me or the girls. At least that's what he said." That night they broke up into groups and went to raid. I stayed back and watched the camp. I wanted to run, but they took my horse and I didn't know where I was. The next day. He loved them both despite what they had done, but he just could not believe they would have been unfaithful, would have participated in such an orgy. Yet he had seen it with his own eyes and the proof was irrefutable. He could almost understand how Brittany might have been coerced, like himself, into something like that. After all, each of them would do almost anything to keep their secret private. But why would Veronica... ? Still confused, he received the summons from Betty and arrived in. Could you maybe (I was searching for the right words)... massage it with your hand, 'cause I don't think it will go in until it's harder." All right," she said as she reached down between our legs and tentatively touched it lightly with her fingers, "What should I do?"I pulled my ass back so she had more of it available to touch and said, "Just play with it with your fingers... and cup my, my uh scrotum too... I'm cold there as well."While she played with my cock and balls, I continued to.