Hundreds of generations, cultures, philosophers, scientists, preachers and paupers, all have tried to pinpoint what it is that makes us who we are, bu... no one has ever been able to do so. Our struggle to persevere against all odds, even when we reach our darkest hour, even when we wish the world would just turn to dust around us, we find it impossible to fully let go, find it necessary to go on. ‘Christmas is a time when all men recognize the human spirit in each of us. We remember that deep. .."Headache?" You bet; a real thumper." Which would you rather have, two Paracetamol or Jenni holding your hand?" No question; Jenni holding my hand."She laughed. "That's just as well, because we're not supposed to give you anything until the doctor's seen you." And she left the room."Did you mean that, really?" Really, really. Yes, of course I meant it." I closed my eyes, and faded out again. The next time I woke, she was still there, and still holding my hand, but there was a doctor in the. And when it flicked up to reveal taut inner flesh as she jumped in the air to let the ball go, my hand gripped my cock through my pants in an instant. Tantalising almost-glimpses of panty-clad bottom almost tipped me over the edge as time after time she bent over to pick up the ball, as young girls carelessly do when they have no idea they are being spied on. All too soon the magic show was ended by Megan’s call to Bronwyn to ‘Come indoors and wash and change before dinner’, leaving me with my. Then he quickly unzipped his fly and drew out his thick, stiff cock."Guess," he said.Cindy gawked at his lewdly displayed dick. She understood, all right, but she was appalled. She'd looked upon Mike as a sort of uncle, a platonic protector. And besides, he was so old. Wow, he must be in his thirties... It just didn't seem right to Cindy."Oh, gee, Mike," she said nervously, "I don't know if I want to." Try it, you'll like it," he chuckled.He moved over to her across the wide seat and slipped.