She said he was a very handsome man, but shes not into black guys (she was raised in the deep south, so that is a thought that never crossed her mind)...o she wasnt sure if it was a good idea or not. He said, look its obvious your not from here by your southern accent and I bet you could use some company to help you get acclimated around here. Sounded like a line to me, but she was lonely and he seemed to be very kind and trustworthy. So she asked him to sit and join her. She said they ate dinner. You look around and wonder if you should explore yourself some more, and suddenly a thought is thrust into your mind. That you are to go along this road towards the coast, and stay on this road until you reach the next major crossroads, with a blue sign in the fork. You pinch your nipples as this thought enters your mind, biting your lip at the sensations. Then you wake up.”Each of them was somewhat similar, and coded with a 1 on the back for men, or a 0 on the back for women. Each of them was. Being a long time divorced single man who's lost the art of chat up my only sexual relief was my fist as I jerked off to on-line porn sites so masturbating to thoughts of someone I'd actually spoken to made my fist fun all the more enjoyable.The following evening I was lying on the couch in my dressing gown, enjoying a bit of manual fun, partly at Hazel's expense and partly at the video I was watching about an old dear getting a good seeing to, when my door-bell rang. Not expecting anyone, I. He huncheddown to fetch the tray. "Sorry. I'm losing it, but, but, I'll getmyself together. I can do it."It had to be a memory, but not from Bri. The memories were from a guyexploring his female body. Shit. It was from Sam. But the satincolors changed. Each Bunny in that room seemed different. One wasashamed of himself for the whole situation, but still couldn't stoppressing his hands down into his female lap. Another just leaned backso comfortably, shoes against the glass. Oh no. .