We got a late start on our departure day, but we pressed on until, once again, we could spend the night in Deming, across the New Mexico State Line.Le...ving Arizona, after the disaster we'd just experienced, felt like an act of cleansing.It was a long run to central Florida across the vast southern tier of the U.S., but we were in no hurry. Being shut out of the Kraft meant we had more than two full weeks to make the run. I figured a few days away from any golf course at all might be the best. Im just gonna hang out and see whats on the computer." i replied. after a while she was asleep and i was lost in a sea of porn on the computer. from where i was sitting i could see my mom asleep in her bed. her thin night gown trying to cover her body. after seeing this i had to get a closer look. walking into her room i could see her nipples poking threw the thin fabric. lost in sleep, she didnt hear me begin to take off my clothes. "what am i doing?" i thought to myself. "this is my mom!". Once Marta was actually kissing her, I saw Sammi’s cheek move, and knew she was offering her tongue to Marta. At first, again, Marta seemed uncertain, and kept her lips closed, then relented, and opened her mouth.Sammi gently extended her tongue into Marta’s mouth, and the two women kept the kiss going for a long time. Suddenly it struck me that women like kissing, probably more than men, and that I had missed the importance of this in my own relationships.Huh.Here I was, a supposed man of the. Adults have long since stopped believing."A memory of a time surprisingly not long ago in his thirty-year past crept up on him. "Actually I used to believe in him in my own way for the longest time." How's that?" I believed in the spirit of Christmas and that Santa Claus was sort of the... avatar of said spirit. He was a figurehead for something far grander than a circled number on a Hallmark calendar." And how old were you before you stopped believing?" "I was twenty five." You are a rare.