In a way it bothered me……..but I got to where I did not care………….I wanted to be fucked as much as you wanted to fuck……..and I would wo...ry about the rest later………..Once again your teeth were biting into my lips, your eyes staring into mine, your lust evident, your cock so hard, I sat on it, felt it filling me as I stroked up and down, my cunt hot and wet, but I wanted to feel it more……..I remember telling you what I wanted………..I remember saying……….James……….I want you to come with me, you asked. I can’t believe we couldn’t implement something to ensure basic health care if that number doubled, for example. 3% of your income for health care doesn’t seem radical to me.”“Nor to me, though I wonder if that would be enough.”“If nobody had to pay insurance premiums? My dad has full health care from Harding County, but it goes through an insurance company called Blue Cross. My dad’s contribution is tiny, not even 1% of his salary, and Harding County pays the rest. Why not cut out the. It's the only one I have and I need it." And what are these dangling berries?" she squeals, giggling as she juggles my balls in her tiny hands."Oh, ummm, well, first of all, they are not berries. Bigger than berries, right? Those are my balls and are even more sensitive than my cock."As she continues her exploration of my body, squeezing my shoulders and arms, I ask, "So, have you seen a boy before?" Yes, some come to the woods. But I have not seen one naked." Ummm..." her touches cut off my. She cracked a smile. She's so beautiful when she smiles, thought Kazuri. She tousled Lydia's ringleted dirty-blonde hair. "I love what you've done with the place. The paintings," referring to Kazuri's collection of Japanese illuminated manuscripts, hanging on the living room walls, "really go well with the magazine piles and your guitars." Thanks, Lydia. It's not much, but it's much less depressing than blank white walls. Whoever thought that was a good color for a living space should be.