No, Emmanuel, I am but a man, and your admiration is as unmerited as your words are sacrilegious." And pressing his lips on the hand of Julie, who rus...ed into his arms, he extended his other hand to Emmanuel; then tearing himself from this abode of peace and happiness, he made a sign to Maximilian, who followed him passively, with the indifference which had been perceptible in him ever since the death of Valentine had so stunned him. "Restore my brother to peace and happiness," whispered Julie. Perhaps it’s useful to consider how information is encoded on a computer’s storage drives. Memory, or memories, have a unique address in this storage scheme, and part of the normal operation of a brain is to be able to functionally record and retrieve this information. This is memory, and why sometimes it’s difficult to recall an event. As we age, as we accumulate more and more memories, and as memories become more complex, it becomes more time consuming for the brain to recall where a memory. Blaise moaned and pushed back against me. We began a slow rhythm of pushing back and forth, in and out. Both of us were moaning at the sensation. It was amazing.I picked up the pace and pushed a bit farther in. I wanted to be more careful with Blaise. He didn’t have the preliminary stretching of an eight-inch dildo that I had. I think I could have taken much rougher treatment than he gave me. But, I knew he needed an easier pace.As I continued my short thrusts it occurred to me that we needed. Rick enjoys when I am licking my own juices off his cock. He refers to this as the double dip. His hand reaches around and plays with my ass and then he slips a finger inside me as he head bobs up and down on his meat. I know he’s getting close and I am close too. I am riding his fingers for all its worth as he slips another digit into my ass. I yell, “YES, give it to me. Make me cum!!” Then I squeal in delight, “Eeeeiii….” My whole body tenses and then shakes in a final release. His fingers.