’ Dr. Prescott’s eyes grew dark, and she shifted in her chair as she absorbed the weight of the comment. She cleared her throat, and in a voice sl...ghtly deeper than it was just moments before asked, ‘Why do you think you did that?’ Ava laughed at the Doctor’s restrained expression. Then smiled and ran her fingers over her bottom lip, feigning deep thought at her motivations. But she knew exactly why she had chosen to take Cynthia to bed, why she was still doing it. Because she could, and. Slowly... don't give her any warning, catch her in the act. He mounted the long flight, cat-like.Unreal. The bedroom door was wide open. They hadn't even taken the trouble to close the door. He moved in a vacuum, weightless... the room became a giant bubble enclosing him and the couple on the bed... no sounds intruded but their bestial cries as they urged each other on.The foremost sight which presented itself to the incredulous eyes of the cuckolded husband was the enormous muscular white rump. " You're so damn sure of yourself," she spat."No, actually, I'm not. I'm completely winging this," I grinned. That got a smile out of her. "Look, I'll drop the games for a minute. You know I'm persona non grata around here. And I'm tangling with Maggie Benson, who has forgotten more about guys than I'll ever know about girls. Believe me, I know it. But there's something about you. I don't know what it is, but there's something. I'm determined to figure it out." OK. So, you can take your best. What I don't understand about humans, however, is: If you're not controlled in the first place, then how can you lose it?I think this is what embarrasses humans the most. Losing control when they insist they're not controlled in the first place. Or their easily disproved belief that they alone have full control over every part of themselves. And this may be why so many of them only have their sex in private. They don't want to be outed over this loss of control in public.This is not true for.