God, those eyes. We moved into the house, large and warm and I suddenly realised how cool it had become outside. I sipped slowly, reluctant to drink t...o much more but so enjoying the conviviality, the warmth and the sheer pleasure. I sank into a deep cushioned sofa and leant back into its embrace. Later, much later, the party dissolved. People moved singly, in couples or in groups, leaving the room and slipping into the dark recesses of the house. I stood, looked around me and found I was. The Pleasure-Trove was couples oriented, meaning it had a carpeted floor, wood paneling, decent lighting, and the local bubblegum radio station playing. No dirty old men in trench coats browsing fluorescent aisles of cellophane wrapped porn from Holland. The place looked an awful lot like the B. Dalton Bookseller I liked to browse at the mall. Except this one had a huge selection of dildos along one wall, no pun intended."Good evening, ladies." A clean cut young man, probably a grad student,. Your bodies are earth bound and worldly and must accept its limits as part of the imperfect Circle of Yin & Yang ( “ If the world was perfect, it wouldn’t be. “ ) ‘Ommmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm’ “ Finally, free yourself of the illusion time so you may live in an ever-present present which, like the Circle of Life and the Yin/Yang Yoga Circle, goes on forever in a double-helix spiral of constant self-replication. Be who you can be by being what you have always been, one with yourself! (“It’s like. The usual. My arm around her hip would slide down her thigh with a little pressure. She started to warm up a bit. We met back up with her mom and grabbed some food from Firehouse Subs (my favorite). On the way home, we were in the backseat, both of us feeling frisky. You guys know what I'm talking about with what happened. We were petting a lot, and she bit my neck a few times. My hand was sliding inside her thigh, and she was slowly opening her legs inviting me. Her mom had been busy on her.