That is about it and these three rarely talk at the same time. It is quietinside of us. You ask us "what are you thinking?" We say"nothing". You don...tbelieve us because it is never quiet inside you. But usually we are notthinking and if we are, the dialogue is very short. We want simple things.Food, sex,booze or drugs, play and sleep. The two year old is usually in charge. Thesixteen year old wakes up when new breasts appear. The grouch works with thetwoyear old when someone wants us to do. One force. Gravity pulls. Another force. They ... balance. Yes?" Si, mi Carlita," I said."Oh, I am YOUR Carlita now?" Yes, you are my friend, Carlita."She looked at me. "I think that 'my friend Carlita' is different than 'my Carlita'." It is. You are your own person. You are my friend. You do not belong to me." I understand. So you cannot be my Dave?" I..." It is okay. I understand. I will be back." She took the binder back down below and returned. Sat in the same spot. "You take care of me. I. " And on that note, he leaned his face into hers, pressing his lips forcefully against her own and sticking his tongue deep inside. She met it eagerly, giving in to him and letting his tongue master hers as he came deep inside her and her pussy answered with a thundering orgasm, unleashing a wave of her juices upon his cock as their bodies shook together until they collapsed on the chair. Weakly, she glanced up at the clock; only five minutes left. She was about to beg him to get off of her,. Erin found a two year old picture of Renée. She had looked very different at the time and only serious plastic surgery could have wrought the changes. Even I was amazed because I had been certain she didn't change at all when we met. She was already a busty, tall, exotic woman who amazingly found me attractive enough to want to do the nasty on the same night we met.Renée enjoyed the short lived attention from the others, but it ended up being directed to me again when Tabitha asked about the.