‘Those that we lost today are not truly lost. They live on, in every brick and thatch of this town, every grain of soil beneath our feet. Their voic...s and laughter carry on the wind. While we may not be able to reach out to them, protect them, watch them grow, watch them age, they are with us always. For we shall always remember them.’ ‘They are tied to this day, this moment, which down through the centuries has become so much a part of us, our families and this town. Always they will be. I tore the bra and panties off of me, thinking that my shame would leave me as soon as the garments did, but the shame, and the… what did mommy call it… the hard on stayed, and I threw myself onto my bed and cried.After a few minutes, as the scene from the living played over and over in my head, specific things began to stick out to me more and more… The feeling of mommy’s tits and nipples against my back, the glimpse of mom’s hairy privates, the way that the bra and panties actually felt…. I gave out a loud moan; it was not a moan I was literally shouting on top of my voice. When my orgasm subsided I realized that I had griped my chacha too tight in between my legs that he was having difficulty in breathing. So therefore I quickly loosened the grip and let him free. He then came up to sit besides me. I was still breathing heavily and he was looking at me with his lustful eyes. To be frank it was the best orgasm I had till that day and I was very happy, moreover I was getting. "This is great," said Jake. "Sensitivity is fantastic. I can even feelmyself feeling myself." That's the sensors on your chest," said Felix. "That is to give thewoman the feeling of having a man run his hands over her...." His voiceseemed to be a little strange, so Jake looked up to see Felix staring."Are you watching me grope myself?" Jake asked."Why not?" Felix replied."So what about actual intercourse? How does that work?" Jake was pushingback his blonde hair. "Hey, I can even feel.