Our feelings are deeper and more long lasting. We are more sensitive to the nuances of behavior, touches, kisses, and words than men, and in that sens...tivity, our love for each other is more profound. We commit and surrender in different ways than men too. We understand romance and the role sex has in it, instead of the other way around.Thus, when Sheila and I made love, it was exceptionally special for both of us. We became a timeless linkage of two feminine energy forces. I told Sheila I. “Remember, I have a condom here,” I said.“I know, I'll put it on right now,” Ryan replied with a small tone.“What's wrong, do you not wanna do it now?” I asked.“No, I just have a confession to make,” Ryan replied.I had a feeling about this.“What?” I asked.He sat on the edge of the bed.“I never had sex before,” Ryan replied.He was embarrassed, but I had to crack a little smile.“Really?” I asked.“Yes, I guess you are the only one I've had any luck with,” Ryan replied as he put his head down.I. Looking at the world from this viewpoint is so different and satisfying.Donald, concerned runs around the tree to stand in front of her hanging torso. She laughs with glee seeing him this way.“Donald, come here,” Emma beckons him.He steps close to her hanging and is very surprised when she unzips his pants and pushes them and his underwear down.She is hanging at the perfect level. She lifts Donald’s shaft up to her lips and takes his glans into her mouth to enjoy. Donald is astonished at. ’ Ted added his ideas to calm the situation. ‘Hey, time for another round of drinks. It’s your shout, Peter. You know you couldn’t shout even if a shark grabbed you. Open your wallet and let the moths out. Come on, buy us a drink and stop staring at Jennifer. You’ll terrify the poor wench.’ Beginning to look threatening, Peter straightened. They both knew he rarely drank alcohol. Ted changed the topic quickly. ‘What limits are you placing on the motor this weekend? We don’t want old lead-foot.