??Have you ever tried meditation? I learned it from a man named Marteen who had been here 30 years when he died, and he died sane and content. He le...rned it from Khallid, who learned it from Ito who learned it from Allain. It is claimed the practice of meditation here goes back to an Indian mystic in 1579 who became enamored of dice and wine. He had 60 years to sober up down here and it has been handed down from man to man, both the oral histories of each man and the guide to sanity through. “We’ve seen each other naked so many times that neither of us could count!”“Yes, but in all that time, in the fifteen years we’ve known each other, we’ve never done anything more than hug or kiss on the cheek. We’ve talked about it and teased about it but never done it.”“ARE we going to do it?” she asked, sounding serious.“That’s a good Goddamned question,” I said. “Let me pour some drinks, we’ll turn on some music, and talk about it.”“Jesus, we’re dumb,” Cindi said, as I poured sparkling red. Well, not for any extended period. With that pleasant image in mind, I went down to the patio and decided if I was going to cool my heels it might as well be in the water. It stung a bit where I’d been scratched yesterday but Melissa has done a great job keeping chemicals at a minimum so I could ignore it. I was doing lazy laps when they finally emerged. I turned my head to the side to breathe as I raised my arm for the stroke and saw them. If it had been a cartoon I would have frozen and sunk. “Fuck Kuki, my wife, my daughter, my fuck-buddy, you feel so fucking good on Papa’s cock”, he moaned in my ear. I did not say anything but went on fucking him. “Tell your Papa you love him fucking you Beti, tell him!”, he insisted.“Yes Lover, I love your cock inside me, I want you to fuck me forever”, I moaned.Papa had some other plans on that night. He withdrew his cock from my cunt “On your hands and knees, the way I fucked your mother…..Your mother loved to be fucked like a bitch…lets see if.