He shook his head. ‘That answers the question of who told you that the vagina was dirty. Definitely a grandparent.’ he paused thinking while he dr...nk more coffee ‘To answer your question, no. During your grandparents generation, they had sex once a month, perhaps if the moon was dark enough, in the blacked out bedroom, probably with blindfolds on. The woman was supposed to lie there and be used, and that is how they believed they were supposed to behave. A throwback to the Victorian age and if. They all looked normal, some of them even looked happy.I sighed and leaned back into the polyester seat. I smelled the tobacco smoke of old cigarettes.The cabbie must sneak smokes in-between fares.Watching the citizens of this marvelous city always filled me with the same melancholy. As a fed I never felt like I was one of them. To me they were always 'civilians' or 'the general public'.I was always an outsider.A ray of sun reflected off a glass skyscraper, and illuminated the white snow on the. She was ringing a bell of passion in me, and the echoes stayed and built up to an earthquake. Insanity appeared to come in its wake, because, without conscious effort, my voice demanded, “Harder! Please, harder!” The glee in her eyes was unrestrained, and she eagerly fulfilled my wish. Each crack of skin on skin lifted my body off her thighs and made my hair pull painfully at my scalp. “Yes!” I gasped, again and again, and my vision blurred. This was what submission felt like. Weightless,. Star was the horse’s name. She’s black with a small white star on her forehead. A double horse trailer was also included. “No, Daddy, I hope you know what you’re doing, giving all of that to her. I know she’s a responsible girl, but don’t you think you’re giving her too much? She still has a lot of schooling left ahead of her.” “No, I don’t. I know how she’s been doing and I think she’ll be just fine. I’ve also been thinking about this summer, Jane. What say to the two of you come to the ranch.