"The very next day I had an opportunity to demonstrate a use of my book,a tragedy, and only partly migitated when I was able to use the book.The wagon...before us belonged to Pali, a nephew of Menissa. Pali's wifehad been walking with her daughter Malia alongside their wagon when itwas navigating a patch of mud. The wagon slipped into a hole in the mud,tipped, then overturned on the pair before they could jump aside. Allof us immediately rushed to push up the wagon but it was too late forthe. At first I didn't move my hands, and just let the spray stimulate me, like a single laser beam pointing straight to the heart of my clit. As I got acclimated to the feeling, I started to move that directed spray around in the tiniest of circles, which stimulated my clit even more. This was feeling so good, that my knees started to feel weak, especially since I essentially was standing on one foot. Wanting to avoid a possible disaster (can you imagine the emergency room visit?) I decided to lay. Dad took my two brothers andme to an air show. The featured activity of the day was a performance bythe Blue Angels, the Navy's crack precision aviation team. I stood thereon the hot tarmac with thousands of other people, my mouth open in awe asthe best pilots in the world thrilled us with seemingly impossible stuntsin the skies above. I knew at that moment that I wanted to fly. I wantedit more than I had ever wanted anything else in my life. I was going tofly or know the reason why.I studied. Breathlessly, she tried to join in, a kiss silencing her, tongue forcing its way into her mouth even as her arms were raised over her head. She felt a moment of panic as she heard the clink of chain, her shackles reattached, and a strain on her arms as she was lifted to her toes. She recalled the orchard and over hanging tree branches and then all thought fled her fleshy cheeks were parted and the most wonderfully think finger caressed her crack, pressing wetly against her rose bud, pushing.