I’m not sure Dot will go along with it.”“Oh, I’m sure she’ll go along with it now,” Becky assured him.“What do you mean that she’ll go...along with it now?“Didn’t she tell you?”“Tell me what?”“You and Dot need to talk,” and that ended their conversation.At home that night, Ron asked, “Dot, what’s been happening between you and the Wilsons?”“I’ll tell you in a minute. Let’s have a glass of wine first,” she suggested.They sat opposite each other, face to face, in the kitchen. Dot took two long sips. .. sir... sir..."Helen asked, "Would you like my husband to kiss your body... on the bed?"Oh God! She couldn't she say no, could she?"Yes..." Harry was now licking and kissing all over her chest above the boobs.Helen said, "Ask Harry to kiss you on the bed." Sir, please kiss me on the bed." She knew she had to be nice to him for her husband's job.Helen dragged the two of them to the bed and guided Lucy to fall back on the bed. Her buttocks rested on the edge of the bed as she lay back. Her. I can'ttake my eyes off of it. It's so beautiful. Why would I think that?!I'm not gay. Gays like guys, right? No, it's not the guy that I'mlusting after. It's his cock, his thick, veiny cock. It's not gay if Ijust want to put his cock down my throat. I couldn't care less aboutthe guy. It could be anyone. Anyone? Do I want just any cock?My mind gravitates to the his hands caressing my nipples, and Idesperately plead for them to grow. The electricity that they carry ispalpable. If I. Human affairs did not concern me as long as they did not impinge on my comfort and well-being. Yet, for all my indifference, I still strove to develop a set of ethics and examine my feelings and attitudes towards breathers. Since we fed on them, it wouldn't be illogical to regard them as cattle. The more I thought about it, though, the more I came to understand that that would have been a dangerous miscalculation. Intelligent beings aren't cattle and given the right circumstances they can be as.