A cruel joke of being chronologically and mentally an adult but physically child.It had been one hundred and sixty-nine years since the shota plague w...ped out every human male who had entered or passed through puberty. At first, it had been hoped that once it's initial run, the epidemic had made itself extinct, seeing as it's hosts had all perished. Subsequent tests had shown that it had mutated into a different nonlethal form in the surviving population. Unfortunately, this new syndrome had. She pulled her shirt up to feel the cold tile against her tits. She tentatively started pressing her vagina against the tile. She felt as though her clitoris was popping out like a little penis as she firmly slid her vagina back and forth against the tile. She imagined Mr. Driscoll opening the door to the bathroom and she shuddered and came on the floor. After the spasms died down, she lay still for a while, forgetting everything except for how beautiful she felt. Getting up from the. We were still looking directly into each others eyes and out of the blue, we leaned closer and kissed on the lips, so soft and sexy for a 75y/o. Not sure how that happened, she then moved her hands to my hips with her thumbs pressing firmly on the inside my thigh, just above my groin…. and gently rubbing them up and down….Whew! I said the obvious…. ‘that feels really good, you have beautiful hands’ and she leaned to me and kissed me on the lips with the most passionate lasting kiss ever. I. ‘Why, he may even be as clever as a corvid, for I have seen man coming across problems and solving them with a deftness as near my own as I have ever observed. Now, tell me, what other beast is as clever as that? His corviditude is obvious.’ ‘False!’ buzzed the bee from within her flower. ‘Man is a bee! He works all day. We work all day. He follows his monarch. We follow our monarch. He values flowers. We value flowers. ‘Both man and bee construct our homes, not living in the air, but in hives..