I watched Lois bend over in the refrigerator to get me a cold Pepsi. In the process she flashed Mom and I her beautiful pussy from behind. We could bo...h see my cum glistening on her short pubic hairs and her inner thighs. Lois smiled at us both and put my soda on the table. We both sat down with Mom and all of us took a drink.Lois asked me, “Can you keep a secret?”I replied, “Yes of course.”Lois asked, “How long have you been spying on me and taking pictures?”I replied, “A few months.”Lois. After another ten seconds she spoke up. "The other shoe, Rick."Still staring at her moist slit Rick leaned over to get the other shoe. Bridget put her right foot on the floor and lifted her left foot up. At the same time she spread her legs wider. Her skirt was now almost up to her hips. She thrust her hips forward and her pussy tilted upward, her clit completely out from under its hood. Rick finally took hold of her left foot and put on the shoe. Bridget lowered her leg and stood up. She. One thought passed into another, one memory was connected to another, and one emotion changed into another. He toyed with this concept for a while. He let these modifications on reality suit his drive for reason. He tinkered with modifications on this concept. He learned how to change the thoughts of others. People perceived him as he chose them to perceive him, provided he made not the mistake of allowing them a perception that started as other than neutral. Modifying level one was the hardest. When I have sex and I'm about to come to quick, I think of two things: my mom or two man having sex.But anyway, as I was saying, most of my colleagues were older women. I kinda liked it, because I never had to pretend I was this cool guy with slick words or dress fancy for them. I could just be myself, wich is quiet en pretty shy. But for some reason, they didn't mind. They seemed to like it. For them I was a breath of fresh air. Atleast, that's what they said. The other male colleagues were.