The connections go this way and that, and there are some choices that happen automatically; sometimes they have to work their way through synapses all...over, before the connection that should be happening actually does happen."I was just looking around and it came to me that the connections I was making – you know, while looking around – were the pathways that their minds would follow. Like ... I don't know, a path through the woods. If the grass is already trampled down, it's somehow 'easier'. There is a thing called friendship where people support each other when they face problems.”“Yep, I know. It happens just before they fuck. Wake up, Goyse. She wants you to fuck her and so do I.”“So you want me to fuck her? Are you saying you want to watch or something?”“No, I want you to fuck me. Surely you must have understood that.”“Yes, I know that is what you want but I want and need a friend. I don’t need or want a lover. We can flirt as much as you want but at the end of it all, there is. He moved closer to me turned on the lamp by the small table in the corner. I hesitated for a moment and he looked at me motioning me to continue. I dropped to my knees and raised my head exposing my neck. He turned and reached in his back and then walked toward me with the dark leather collar. It was a simple collar of hard leather about 1 inch wide with a metal clasp and lock.He said in a deep voice "You realize by accepting this collar you are submitting totally unto me?"I felt a lump in my. She left a young girl in charge of the store. When we were inside the booth, Ursula proceeded to measure me very carefully, using a plastic tape. She measured the ribcage under my boobs and my chest including my round heavy breasts. She even stuffed her hand inside my bra cups to adjust my tits. Ursula smiled with every touch of our bodies. She took every opportunity to feel my tits as she helped me trying on each of the brassieres. Soon I felt my cunt was virtually dripping wet.The mature lady.