They all laughed and someone said, “It looks like the cow is in season, with her cunt winking atus.”The suction on her tits was now very intense a...d her nipples had gone into the tube a full inch. But there was still no sign of milk from those saggy tits she had. He put it to her cunt once more and gave her a good jolt, holding the switch a little longer.“UUUUNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH, AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH,” was all that could come from her mouth. Rachel shook from the jolt of electricity. I've shown the work of some of the greats, abstract expressionists like Jackson Pollock, Mark Rothko, and Helen Frankenthaler, who explored the essential questions of human existence. I also showed Andy Wharhol and Jasper Johns with their pop art in the sixties and seventies. I turned down Maplethorpe in the eighties, and I've been looking for another valid new movement in American art since. You're microcosm/cosmos approach to art might be it. It certainly has more validity than some of the. Only a guy knows how much this can hurt and I dropped the box I was holding and clutched my sore balls. I pulled my shorts down to inspect the damage and decided I had had enough of clearing up for one day.Still with my shorts down I rubbed my aching balls wondering if I had done any lasting damage. The rubbing moved from my balls to my cock and I started to get a hard on. What the hell I thought, I will jerk off, that will prove I have done no lasting damage. So I leaned back against the pile. Tom had felt many women in those days after the death of his wife. But none had made her feel like Morgan did tonight. He thought about Margo when he touched Morgan intimately. He had always felt so close to both of them. Tom eventually let his guard down and leaned in and kissed Morgan's throat. Not like her daddy, like a lover. It just happened, unplanned and uncontrolled. Tom's animal came out and his instinct took over. He realized after it happened that as weird as his mistake was Morgan's.