After a good ten minutes of thinking to himself, he stood up and began to pace around. “Jasmine, do we have a decent map of the continent yet?”“...f course James, some of us actually do work around here.” A projection of the national borders of Atsunari then sprang to life on the wall.James chose to ignore that jab by Jasmine and simply added another tick to his mental pro’s/cons list for destroying her. He then began to inspect the map that Jasmine had pieced together from the satellite pictures. The cuckolded man is sated only when the degree of peculiarity emulates his spirit, and at climax , experiences the forgery of moods and desires as it is - raw and unrelenting. A cuckoldress knows all too well of her cuckolds passions, but rarely what is subjectively felt in spirit. It should noted that her desires shape the spirit of the cuckold, and in return, shapes her own only vaguely - for the cuckold is the final entity to witness and bear the carnage in that abode of pleasure; the. "I push two fingers into my steaming-hot cunt, fast and hard, imagining your thick, erection filling me and stealing my breath as your demanding lips claim mine. I remember how I fought you then, fought for my very sanity and fought my own desires, squirming and writhing beneath you, squirming and pushing against you. Then, both your hands were at each side of my face, not letting me turn away. Even as I was cursing your strength, you kissed away the last of my fight.Then you were stroking my. "Want to race, b*o?" she asked. "I know you’re a bit tired, so I’ll do 10 warm-up laps while you rest. Then we’ll be even." "What sort of a race?" I asked. "40 laps, freestyle," she said. "Loser has to do the breakfast dishes." Since only a few dishes were in the sink, losing didn’t really matter, and I was confident I could beat her in a distance swim anyway – I regularly had to swim 5 miles as part of my Reserve training. 40 laps would only be a mile and a quarter. "Sounds good to me," I.