"If this had been portrayed in a cartoon, steam would have been coming out of my ears."Tell me, did you notice the sensations when he was mauling you,...did you notice what it felt like."I thought about it. "How could there be sensations? He was squeezing them." Look, everybody's different. It, well, you're obviously aware that there are lots of nerves in your nipples, right?" So?" Well the signals from your nerves go to your brain to be interpreted. How do they get there?" she asked.I didn't. "'Fore that I was in some, what they call broad marriages, but since I got my 'mission paper, since I been free, I'se only had two wifes. Fust one died of a fever, poor thing, rest in peace." He got his big push broom and set to his morning chores while Robert ran up the stairs and finished dressing, barely remembering to kiss his wife before he went down to work, tugging his galluses up on his shoulders and fumbling with the garters on his sleeves, his shoes laces flapping.Caroline stood by. We just had straight sex, never had tried an anal, or rented porn movies, and avoided to use play toys. Also, we only experimented with the missionary position, in which the male lies over the female between her spread legs: we had never gone beyond three furtive minutes in this position. Besides, I didn´t like this coital configuration at all. This routine would appear boring, but I had no other choice than to take this, living with this unadventorous girl who would never dare to do. One night, they came running back to town and wouldn’t leave the general store. They stayed there until the coach that ran from Las Vegas to Reno came, and they got on and left. Something scared them so bad, they didn’t even go back to the fort to get their stuff.*****************The sound of AC/DC’s Thunderstruck on a small speaker jolted the biker out of his daze. Reaching into his jeans pocket, he retrieved his cell phone. “Yeah, boss,” he answered. “Is she there, Asmodeus?” The voice on the.