If we wind up connecting on another level as well, then it will just get better and better. If we don’t connect, it will die a natural death, and Ba...b can come up with a plan-B. It’s up to you, of course, but I’m all for testing those waters right here and now.”“My, you are direct, aren’t you?”“I’ve never found it worthwhile to be anything else. I hate dancing around questions that only require a simple ‘yes’ or ‘no’ answer. You’ve seen mine and I’ve seen yours, so there’s no mystery there, is. She was trying to figure out what to do when Mr. Toland said something that astounded her."Your breasts are beautiful. Can I feel them? Suck on them? Are they sensitive? Do you like it when men play with them?" He could not believe that he was saying all this to the young woman. Was she even eighteen? She had to be, didn't she? "Are you eighteen?" I am almost nineteen, Mr. Toland." Good. Call me John, please," he reiterated as they drove out of the parking lot."John, my dad is not much older. Simply stated life was simple by comparison and there were always lots of extra resources around easily taken for granted.So, life got crazier, more complicated, more people and the results were the embellishment of the least virtuous. Satsop, paddy-whack give your WHOOPS a home; you’re gettin’ screwed and at least you’re not alone.[As always, the looming almost unanswerable question remained -- was Humanity ready for change-up if the need was becoming super obvious?]In the mire of living. You will rot in hell. I think you should talk to your dad. He will take care of you.’‘Fine mom but you take care of me first. And there we are not leaving this room without messing this beautiful room till morning. And today my dick should taste your pussy. Bitch now removes your sari and get ready or I will tear it.’For the first time I was feeling disgusting. When I was about to leave the room he said –‘Mom, stop you are not going anywhere, the door is locked. You have to fuck your.