And till to date i cannot forget that feeling of being wanted and being special.That day in the tree house... my friend had a surprise for me. He said...that i had smooth skin and wanted to feel it. He touched my face and stroked my soft hair. He lifted my chin and gently touched my lips. And I don't know what got into me. I opened my lips and sucked his finger. I closed my eyes and sucked his finger. I was doing this for about a minute or two when i heard his voice whisper into my ears - want to. Slowly, gingerly, she began to lower her pussy onto his cock. Tony felt her power wash into his body, like the first sip of the strongest liquor.In ancient India, the Upanishads told of moksha, of liberation:For verily the woman is like the fire of sacrificeher midsection is the fuelher hair is the whiff of smokeher pussy like a flamethe cock is the coalthat sets off the sparks of pleasureTony felt himself leave the plane of this earth and step somewhere beyond. Dreams and reality were melding. It was quite difficult to pay attention and I'm sure she caught me looking on more than one occasion.After closing the deal on the house, I decided to take a leap of faith and ask her to dinner to celebrate. She said yes, and I could not stop myself from grinning ear to ear.A few days later, on a Friday, I picked her up at her house. She looked amazing. We weren't going anywhere too fancy, so neither of us were particularly dressed up, but she still blew me out of the water in a short (almost. Some suggested it was a cultivated, natural barrier that protected the site in the middle from attack on the ground. Most people ignored it and avoided it; of course, most people were jerks, jackasses, and louts to Zeb. Porter had no inclination to accept either hypothesis. He surmised that Zeb’s point of view explained why the old man lived by himself on the edge of the Waste; Zeb and the Waste were both just about as prickly. If it worked for the old man, then who was Porter to judge?Porter.