Who was my creator? Was I always what I am. Will I die and eventually go back to where I was before I was born? For now, I am sensing your body. Your ...anned arms and shoulders. The peaceful face, gorgeous in its sculpture. The sheet tucked over your thighs and along your belly. Though, I have no awareness of feeling touch, the tactile stimulation, that you can understand---yet, I feel your warmth. The capillary pulsations and reverberations of your flesh increasing as I lie with you.Your hands. I tried to show sympathy, but inwardly I looked forward to the grades that would be posted on the bulletin board within a couple of days.The walk home was always a pleasure, since the weather was always perfect, and the view was to die for. Rather than racing straight home as usual, today I took my time. I stopped where a small bridge spans a stream that drains into the Pacific. I sat on the broad rail of the bridge, staring into the small stream that flowed beneath me. My random thoughts. "Hmmm, looks like one nipple is offbalance there."I grab the ice cream up off the counter and before she can move I grab her and hold the cold carton right up against her right nipple. "This will teach you to talk smarmy to your old man..."- AnnaI yelp at the feel of freezing cold ice cream pressed against my already hardening nipple. It hurts but in a delicious way. I want his hot, wet mouth on my breast to offset the cold."It hu-urts!" I whine. "Dad, make it better!"My hand has 'accidentally'. .." We did that but she's doing dessert." Must be tasty if she can't talk to me." Affirm - it's a few inches of high flying cock!!" White Boy, you concentrate on flying. We don't allow blowjobs on final approach!" OK - I'll pass that message on to her!" See you shortly. I'll make sure you've got something to look at here!"Rozia surfaced. "I have an idea, White Boy." She said, mimicing Bess. The look in her eye made it quite clear what she had in mind."I think we should get Bess to invite us to.