”Carole nodded. “But what do I do now? That ... Being. Viviane. She said I wasn’t to worship her. That there was another way, another destiny fo... me.”“You don’t have to make a decision right now, dear. Just be yourself.”“But who am I? I don’t know. I don’t think I ever knew. Not since my parents died, anyway.”“Oh, my dear! Knowing yourself is a lifetime exploration! You might try Yoga, or Buddha. There’s the Kabala, and Sufism. In the meantime, though, take that job in the cafe. Live here with. Maybe I'd be smaller and could fit in her ass while maintaining an erection.Amber grasped my slick fingers and pulled me toward her. She spread her legs wide in the chair, and guided my cock toward her waiting snatch. I saw her eyes dart back and forth between my looming penis and my adoring eyes.Considering she was a complete stranger, I sure felt a strong emotional connection to her. I think she felt it too. Either that, or she just really enjoyed her job.Neil's words came floating back into. Marcia glanced one last time to where the bus had turned and then liftedherself wearily off the bench. She felt about ten years older and twentypounds heavier than when she first sat down.She was halfway down the street in the opposite direction from the onethe bus had taken when she heard someone behind her calling her name ina tone of voice that lay something between a question and sarcasticdisbelief, as if the speaker were reading a word in a foreign languageguidebook, trying it out,. ” And with that, he brought his palm down hard on her left buttock, making her clench and moan. “Ah, ah... don't do that again.” Again, his hand came down. And again and again, each time in a slightly different place, until her ass was bright red and hot to the touch. After a dozen hard smacks he smoothed his hand over her cheeks before sliding two fingers down her crack and into her dripping wet cunt. “Oh. Fuck.” She whimpered as he pushed his fingers in deep, twisting them, making sure to hit.