I know that I am clinically depressed. Unfortunately, anti-depressants can only do so much to help. They can’t erase memories. Out here, in the boon...es, in our northern planes state my road can easily become impassable for a weeks at a time. You see, I’m the only person who lives on this back road. There’s a five mile section of rough road before you reach my house. Once it’s socked in with snow and ice, my road is the last one on the list of those that are to be plowed out. Tonight, I’m. She smelled nice, I realized as I breathed heavy from my recent exertion.Carly was an attractive thirtysomething blonde, a single mom, and still trying to hold on to her party girl past, if tonight was any indication. A group of us had headed out to a piano bar at one of the hotels here in Vegas, and the sales manager had bought us a couple of rounds. I bought myself a couple more drinks before heading out to the slot machines, but by the time I returned to the bar Carly was alone and obviously. . breasts -the concept that he had breasts was still alien to him. Likethe feel of his long hair, he'd noticed many differentsensations since waking but his brain was still in the processof assimilating everything. And of course, even more than hisbreasts, the area his brain had to do the most interpretationof new sensations from was...He reached down for his crotch, already knowing, and fearing,what to expect. His hand brushed soft pubic hair - blonde he'dbet - and a pubic mound. No cock. No. Kay felt hands on her arse and she was now ready for action. She squatted down and pulled the first cock, that being Tim's, towards her open and willing mouth. It tasted fantastic as her tongue swirled around the tip gathering the oozing pre-cum from the engorged tip. Another cock presented itself to her left, and shortly after, another to her right. With three cocks to suck she was ecstatic and was then even more so when she felt fingers massaging her arse and then sliding down to her.