Now she sees other cocks…lots of cocks! Large ones, huge ones, circumcised ones with big heads, uncircumcised ones with the heads completely hidden,...cocks with hairy balls and cocks with neatly groomed pubes. Then, suddenly she sees pussies. Close-cropped pussies, pussies with landing strips, completely smooth pussies(!), pussies with heart-shaped pubes, pussies with tattoos, rings, jewels, bells, LOCKS! She gasps as she sees the women these pussies belong to, in collars, with pierced nipples,. But it’s disconcerting not being able to anticipate and plan things. You know what my life is like. I’m gone most of the time, get unexpected calls at all hours and have to take off at a moment’s notice. I like order. It helps me cope with the disorder in my life. It’s how I deal with the death, destruction and chaos I face daily. It’s the only thing which separates me from the worst of humanity. Every day I witness intelligent people undone by thoughtless actions, one moment of anger. The curves of her body and the way her hips moved drew my eyes to her like a bee to honey. It's absolutely pure magic. The way that her hair bounced, and the delicate shape of her legs, had me standing there like I was under a spell. Her delicate form stood in stark contrast to the hard lines of the buildings around her.Women amaze me. Just the slightest whiff of a good perfume can drive me wild. The way a soft sweater molds to the body can ignite an intense desire in me. Why? I already know. And apparently Roger and his wife had taken Georgie and the kids out for a ride on the river. To be on the safe side Georgie had lashed out on life jackets for the children. I thought it extravagant for a onetime thing. But I was soon to find out it wasn't a onetime thing. It became a regular thing all during that summer.Roger and Betty had moved into the estate shortly after we had. Roger was a couple of inches taller than my five-seven but I thought he had a gaunt look about him. Betty was.