But, then, a breakthrough: arealization. Love is an idea; it is not real. Nothing we think orfeel--especially feel--is real.Only the moment is real. T...e now. The incident and the event are real,but only as long as they happen, for memories, also, are unreal.Very well. Let me explain. Perhaps an example will help. My breasts arereal when their weight is in my hands--or yours. They have density, then;they are tangible; they are measurable. Unmistakably, they haveexistence. But, after the moment,. After an evil stare from me, the girls explained our situation and we got the best table in the house. I would meet my two new friends every other week or so and was the envy of every guy in the place. If the girls were being overly affectionate with each other, I could almost feel the stares burning a hole in my head. If they wanted to further scandalize the crowd, they would make out with each other a few times and then turn their attentions to me. It was all phony, of course, but I felt like. We always went into an empty bathroom so no one really noticed us.By the time I got to high school, I figured out about using my tongue and fingers too. I still used my nose because the smell just totally turns me out. By then, I had like a girl a day — the bathroom, the lunchroom, out behind the bleachers. I swear, once they found out I ate pussy, they practically lined up around the block! I never asked for anything back — I mean, if I got a face wash, I'd cum like that anyway.Ok, so I didn't. Slim build, Blond hair, Average height. He had always been a rough talking, out-going personality, Leader of the Pack sort of guy. And always talking about his 8 inch cock, And how he's pleased so many women with it. Since the break-up with his girlfriend he had been much quieter than usual. But from our perspective didn't seem to depressed. We where all at a party at this private house. Probably about 20 people there.Arron arrived about a half hour after this party started. And was having a.