“What about sides of the road?” Justin asked me after licking a little of my cum from his own lips.“Right hand side, but the good news for the B...its will be that the metric system will now be mandatory everywhere. And English tea will likely become a lot more popular soon enough. I’m rather a fan of that and of their lukewarm beer, to be honest. There will be compromises on a lot of fronts, but only as I decide.“Guns will be legal everywhere, but they must be registered. It will make tracing. I imagine that the religious, Christian aspects of it will fade over time, leaving it more cultural than sectarian. Who knows, it might become a Rite of the Church of Haven in time. Certainly, the moralistic doctrines will die out first. Just as they will in all other faith traditions co-existing with the syncretic Church of Haven. It will be rather tough to preserve a moral code that conflicts with this Schumacher Syndrome, after all, won’t it?” Sandra laughed as she considered the likely fate. At the same time, she was unzipping her jeans and I noticed that her hands were trembling. What she had done to me had fired her up and she whispered in my ear: ‘Just touch me, Nik.’ She sat on the toilette as if she was about to pee and this time I knelt in front of her, reaching between her legs. I wanted to rub her clitty just as she had rubbed mine, but her hand pushed my fingers inside of her wet pussy, helping me find the most sensitive spot just a couple of inches from the entrance. . And I would have it.It was like someone threw a switch, and a different version of myself suddenly occupied my body. Who did this stupid little whore think she was anyway, thinking that someone like me would feed her habit just to be friendly? I gave that darkness free rein without even realizing it. Without thinking I grabbed her hair, pulled her head back, spat in her face and whispered in her ear, “You need it? Is that what you said, whore? You need it?” I squeezed her against me tight and.