Zophia, why can’t we get ahead of this guy? If he is not reading my mind, he takes me to places I’ve never been before, never knew I wanted to be ...here. Do you know you got me to do things and I said I was not going to ever do? You took me farther.’ Then Zophia came in, ‘Same for me. What power does he have? I think that it’s a lost cause for us.’ That was when she looked at Kaja, and blushed. ‘You were wonderful, and brave. Thank you for being brave with me.’ That was when Kaja blushed. ‘I. Here’s a question for you. If something is at eye level for a 6-foot man, where will it be for a 10-foot Mr. Fuzzy? Right about waist level for him. So, if he does come along, and he has a head cold and the sniffles, a plugged-up nose, well, right at the level that he’s looking at to make sure he’s not stepping in bear do-do, there’s your fancy trail cam.”He’s going to avoid it. He’ll be looking for a trap or an ambush. A quick retreat will be his best option. But, most, if not all, animals. I can’t make out East Cowes but I can just discern in the fading light the ‘Twin Towers’ of Osborne House. Beyond – getting on for perhaps near on twenty miles – I espy the orange glow of Fawley Oil Refinery at the far mouth of Southampton Water, curiously attractive. The sun is swollen, bl**d red and shortly to dip below the horizon. Between the pier and me is about an eighth of a mile. At the base of the pier is the Esplanade Railway Station and landward to that, Ryde Bus Station – where I. The clothes were less colourful too, clothes (I realised as my eyes became normal again) that I didn't recognise. Men's clothes.And then I felt the dick.It was not just the pressure against the fabric from my hard-on, but the sensation too. The tickle of my underwear was sending shivers of pleasure up my spine, a similar pleasure to that I used to get from my clit. I looked down and realised that I was topless, andwearing boxer shorts - then soon forgot that when the idea that I had a penis.