I mean, I was 19, a freshman in college, and it never occurred to me that older folks in their 40's fucked. To me, 40 was over the hill. As though onc... you turned that magic number, sex became a memory. But, what I'd just witnessed blew me away. Here it was, 'Spring Break' and my current boyfriend was somewhere down south with his buddies. I knew he was partying, getting drunk, high, and fucking anything that he got the chance to. I loved him, but at the same times was pissed he hadn't brought. I knew my place and was subject to her whims and desires. At least I still got to be with him, and that made it all worth it. Our very next time together, she had me strip down as she layed back on the bed and watched. She rubbed her big, rubbery nipples, her saggy breasts almost flat and laying on her stomach, then snaked a hand down to her vagina and rubbed the top of her hairy slit. Her husband stood off to the side and removed his clothes also as he watched me. My eyes were drawn to his. ’ ‘What the hell is the matter with you? You were supposed to wait for me and what about the manor? What about the night? Us?’ Dominic sounded really furious. But then, so was she! Lisa let out the words before she could stop herself. ‘There is no ‘us’. Use the ‘us’ with the woman to whom you are getting married to next month!!’ shouted Lisa. There was a brief silence before Dominic started ‘I was hoping to give you an explanation about this myself, Princess. I know how it must look to you but. If you walk into a room of people, you don't have to consciously consider each person in turn to think about whether you know them or not, nor do you have to think about the list of everyone you know to wonder if each of them might be in the room - your subconscious does all the matching for you. You can glance around the room and your subconscious will let you know who it has recognized. Subconsciouses are amazingly capable! I dropped my proximity sphere over Corvallis and my 16,592 + déjà vu.