You know of all the chicks I dated, Reema was different. I couldn’t explain it Reema was so independent it was as if the situation made us both equa...s. It was not love; it was not desire but rather plain hardcore lust for each other. We knew we needed each other just for sex and it was a equal relationship in that matter. She took my hand and made me sit on the chair. She took the champagne bottle, popping the cock poured me a glass. She poured one for herself and came and sat on my knees. I wanted to jump and put my dick in her pussy. Anyway I moved to her head and my dick was inches away from her mouth. She finally opened her eyes and the first thing she saw was my dick. Then she tried to cover up her naked form. I said “Mom I thought you could use a little help with what you are doing, can I help you please”. I said to her “don’t feel shy I saw everything anyway so please don’t cover your self” I them took her hand away from her bald pussy and massive tits. I then told her. After looking for a few minuteswe found the door to the attic stairs and were soon in the attic.It turns out we didn't need the flashlights since the attic was well lit and theswitches were right by the door.We found the usual junk you find in any attic, Christmas decorations, oldclothes, Old Paintings that didn't make the cut when new art came in. The atticwas huge and sectioned off into many rooms. I found boxes of old toys I musthave played with as a child. Naked Barbie Dolls seem to be a. I didn't solve the problem, but I was happy enough simply to doubt it was a hundred-fold improvement.^[[The above point about memory being physical, motivates me to make a small digression about memory and brains.First, memory is far less of a physical storage process than you might think. Memory is:HIGHLY mutable, rather than being analogous to facts stored permanently on a hard disk.HIGHLY redundant, so gaps can be filled in, often very 'creatively'. Somewhat similar to Error Correcting in.