The only solitude I have is in darkness — the darkness of my own thoughts and in the writing of these words. My soul is charred with tainted thought... — constantly I find it wasting away into nothingness, therefore securing the personality of a less than human creature. I find myself screaming on the inside, unable to break free of my pain. I wear a mask of contentment that grows weaker; my smile however happy it may appear is a charade- a fake twitch of the muscles for my audience. I feel. Finding nobody I went to her again. I lifted her in water and asked her to circle my body with her legs and hold my neck with her hands. With her clinging on my body, I slowly inserted my cock into her pussy still under water. When full penetration was achieved, I began to fuck her. She too started making thrusts in bouncing manner hanging on my body. As some parts of her body were still under water, I did not feel much discomfort to hold her weight. Once, I deliberately bent a little and we. He tried to think about the farm back in Iowa. A picture of the beautiful Iowa farm came to him and he watched as it panned through his mind. He loved the farm but he always wanted to see what the rest of the world was like. He bounced around for a few years after high school working on the farm but he had itchy feet and longed for that special place that every man looks for but never finds. He had Henry David Thoreau's saying on his bedroom wall. "Most men live lives of quiet desperation." He. I was sure I knew why I was doing it but not sure if I could admit to myself the reason. I knew anything else I did or said might commit me to something I knew I wanted but was nervous about doing. I thought about calling my hubby to ask him about it but I knew what he would tell me. Go for it. By the time I got back to the store room I was ready. And evidently he had the same thoughts. I could see just enough of a bulge in his pants to know he had the same idea. I had to take the lead and.