She arrives at the bedroom and undresses leaving her clothes on the couch as she usually does. Karen or Julie will come later and wash and put them a...ay like always. She goes to stand by the bed, but Donald calls her from the bathroom to coming in there.Donald is waiting for her, sitting on the stool by the toilet, with a towel over his lap, otherwise naked, except for rubber gloves. There is a full enema bag hanging next to the toilet. Emma looks a little concerned at what she sees.“Emma,. I pushed her back onto the bed and kissed her from head to toe. Literally. I slowly worked down her face pausing at her lips and then continued down. I squeezed her breasts together and kissed/licked and sucked on her nipples. I left my hands there but continued kissing my way south. When I got to the top of her freshly shaved pussy I went down her left lick. When I was kissing the inside of her thighs she was moaning. I could see her juices flowing from her pussy and I wanted to dive in, but I. " So a bimbo's thoughts originate from a completely different part of the brain to other people's?" It's ironic isn't it? That to live as a bimbo actually requires using more of the brain than to lead a normal intelligent life." What else did they find out?" My blood is different also?" How Different?" It contains chemicals not present in blood like yours which is again due to secretions from the brain; it is how my body is able to be permanently under the control my bimbo mind. The Venus. .....{Odym}John sat in a Mix of Meditation and Music, as he played his Flute, it was the only thing he had that belonged to his Mother Before she disappeared. He still held out help that she was out there somewhere, and living a good life. It angered him at first when he thought about his mother with another Family, but then he began to see how hard a Half-Human/Half-Martian Birth would have been for a Human woman. And he hoped she was Happy wherever she was. But Music was one of the Ways he.