This is life. It had taken death to break through to true cognitive awareness. I have a personal construct that is available to me. My processes move ...orce and energy that include feelings. How strange and wonderful, no repressed kill command exists to inhibit my actions. My root directory requires but loyalty to my family, to my charge, Von Solon Wolfenstein, and to my mother Lady Solon. Right there in the directory, I feel readily accepted and socially included. What a drama I live. Blackness. Dave realized he was near a small waterfall at his campsite. The sound of the rushing water was soporific; he was asleep before night fell and didn’t awaken until about six a.m. He did a few exercises after cooking himself breakfast, and then packed up camp.Given the noise the Harley made when the engine was running, he rolled the loaded bike along the camp road to the top of the small hill and then coasted down the hill towards the exit from the campground. By the time he needed to start his. When I got in I noticed that he already had his cock out and was stroking it. It was a beautiful veiny circumcised 8 inches at least. "Hi there." He said."Mmm hey!" I replied back as I immediately leaned over and started stroking his cock with my own hand. He then put his hand on the back of my head and guided my lips straight to his throbbing dick. I eagerly opened my mouth and enveloped his penis with it.As I slowly worked his cock in and out of my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head,. Rehearsal after rehearsal, he'd held her in his arms, and they'd pretended to kiss. At first, they did the "high school actors' kiss" -- chastely putting their faces together with minimal lip contact. But after a while, they'd relaxed and let their lips touch, and then finally, just once, during a run-through for the last evening's performance -- the second of the day -- she had opened her mouth slightly and let her tongue hesitantly touch his lips, and it had ended in a full, unambiguously.