"Well, since I woke up in hospital, that's the way I feel. But it's more than a feeling," I whispered, "I seem to know the way the world is headed." Y...u mean like what happened in the showers a little while ago," she giggled.I laughed as well. "No, not stuff like that, more like major events. I have absolutely no idea what will happen to me," I said looking into her eyes, "but I know what will shape our world when I grow up."She looked seriously at me. "So, you're not a fortune teller, you. I slowly moved my hands around her soft ass—kneading, pinching, and pulling it like dough. After a few minutes of this, I moved my face down to take in her sweet smell. Her lovely cheeks surrounded my face and warmed my skin as I deeply inhaled her natural fragrance. I sniffed like a like a boy possessed. Her ass had a faint underarm smell to it, but I wasn't complaining, in fact, her scent drove me to another level of savage lust and desire.It was time now. I reached up and grasped the sides. He kissed and fondled her from head to foot, laid her on the bed and gamahuched her till she squealed again with pleasure. Then pulling out his magnificent prick, he plunged it into her delicious cunt at a single bound, evidently giving her the most exquisite delight, as was evidenced by the instantaneous clasping of him with her arms and legs, and the rapid wriggling of her backside. They soon ran a first course, but Mr. B.remained engulfed in the closely fitting sheath of his salacious. The first problem is that marriage implies that we would be equals, which is not what I want at all. Though most men might feel it was an affront to their manhood for their wife to be the breadwinner in the family, that was exactly my goal. Hey, if women can marry for money, so can men. The only difference is that I'm going after my sister for sex, too. I suppose there might be women who marry for sex, too. I haven't heard any men complaining about it, though.The second problem with the.