I then placed my hand between her legs feeling the wet pussy oozing juices. She let out a moan.I held her hand and guided to my dick.she held it and s...arted fondling like a little girl feeling a new toy.she again whispered “its very hard”.I stopped her and made her lie on the ground. I kissed her whole body.Forehead,nose,lips,neck,boobs,belly,pussy ,thighs.till her feet.then I spread her legs and saw the prettiest thing ever.The vertical lips were thick and extremely pink.she asked me not to. ” then kept talking as if nothing happened. She rejected my sexual advances. She didn’t reject me.She was willing to allow me to express my feelings and accept them for what they were as long they were within boundaries. In my world prior to her there was no place for feelings because they would cloud your thinking and get you hurt. In my entire life up to meeting her there were only two people I trusted absolutely not to hurt me. My Grandmother and my sister. I include my mother in that list.. He came in front of me and he was able to see faint hair growth above my panty. I stood paralyzed. He again went behind me and smacked my ass. He was playing with me and this panty is too tight for you, he said. It is leaving an elastic mark around your hips. He was right. I looked to see that there was deep mark running all around my hips. You should not wear this. This will hurt your delicate skin. He ran his fingers over the mark as he made a circle around me. Hmmm. I managed to say. So you. I did not think we humans could be comfortable as part of a collective group mind, like the Borg from one of the Star Trek series. While it would make managing a military unit more "controllable" it has been the exercise of individual initiative that has, in human history at least, often turned the tide of battle. Somehow I did not find this idea comforting.Most projects I saw were less than exciting.One discovery that did excite me, on the other had, was made through an odd-ball colony named.