Do you understand?"Susie, who had just had her first glimpse into herself at what might be repressed Lesbianism, recognized a fellow sufferer, and sai..., "I'm sorry I spoke sharply, Phil." Oh, that's all right. Look, I have some tea steeping. Would you like a cup?" That's awfully kind of you."He darted off. Susie stood there, a finger in the clitoris section of the encyclopedia, thinking about Phil's desire to kiss her behind. It was a bit flattering, really. And his frank but shy manner was. His were covered in dirt and grass stains from playing soccer. It was really hot! When we'd had enough of that we shifted positions and jerking each other. When we had finished we cuddled for a while, and I ended up drifting off to sleep. I guess I needed a nap after all that excitement. After I woke up I spent the rest of the afternoon working on my sex history.I got dinner with Rod, Marian Castillo and Norm Barber. The food wasn't that great but we had a lot of fun talking to one another. It. “Yeah! Just like that!” I bumped up against her sensitive spot, over and over as she went through a series of small-burst orgasms, her juices now flowing copiously out of her hole and onto the couch cushion until it was soaked. She finally got to the point where she couldn’t take it any more, reached up, and pulled me in for another hard, passionate kiss. Finally releasing me so that we could both catch our breath, she asked me if I was ready to cum yet. “Oh yeah, whenever you’re ready.” . I walked around and managed to find a side door, which I entered. The place I entered was not the canteen. It was a room I had never been in before. It looked like a storage room. The walls were pure concrete and the fluorescent light on the ceiling had a harsh industrial look. The room contained many, many boxes all piled up forming towers. The room was quite large—about as large as an average basketball court. The boxes, I noticed, had labels on them. They were raw ingredients used to make.