My head is forced down and my breasts hang like two fleshy globes from my chest. In fact my head is forced down it looks like I am bowing in front of ...ou. You put something in my mouth. I don't know what it is but you tie it behind my head. I'm unable to close my mouth! I'm now at your mercy. I can hardly talk and my mouth is wide open ready to become a third hole you could fuck. You approach me. And then I see it!! A massive fleshy rod sticking out from your groin, its purple head and its pee. Yet, if we could enlist only a small fraction of the other 90% of our brain to help us with our thinking instead of in just keeping up healthy, breathing, and alive, imagine what more we all could accomplish in a day. Imagine if we could harness more than 10% of our brains. Imagine the results we’d get by using 15%, 20% or even 25% of our brains. Instead of thinking of the same, old things, we’d be using our newly revised brains as if they are now our personal supercomputers. I can’t even. Without being asked, Amy decided it was time her mom had some attention, and crawling up on to the sofa, she started kissing Jenny passionately. Jenny was wearing a thin silky piece dress with only a tie around her neck, and it took the two of them only seconds to unfasten the knot and drop it down to her waist, revealing her lovely firm breasts, unfettered by any sort of bra. For a woman in her early forties, she was remarkably fit, with a figure of a much younger woman, and as Amy dropped her. Brown."I closed the door in their faces and turned to Pam, "Please join me in the living room."Once seated, we introduced ourselves. I was actually pleasant to her considering the circumstances.I asked Pam, "Did you read the signs on the fence, before parking on my property?" No, I was in a hurry to ditch the paparazzi. However, I did read them when I returned and found the gate closed. I apologize for any inconvenience I caused you."My personal opinion of the paparazzi is that they are.