It was a great trip and we wore each other out, but only one of us would be coming home with the caning marks to prove it. But the moment that I will ...ever forget was, at the time, seemingly innocent. We were sitting around the room late one evening reading to each other from stories magazines, each trying to top the other with the tales that people had submitted for printing. Melinda, without really reading ahead, read a story about a woman who had forcibly feminized her husband. I didn’t show. Meanwhile, she's making soothing sounds, whispering my name, telling me to let go. There's a brief awkward moment where we shift positions, so that I am sitting with my back to her between her open thighs, feeling her against my back - I swear she is so much bigger than me I could almost rest her massive breasts on my shoulders - her lips in my hair, her muffled voice a hum in her chest that reverberates through to me, her fingers performing a delicate little dance, her left hand on my clit,. .. I'm gonna do it! I'm comin'! I'm gonnasquirt it, Mom!" Terry gasped, his body becoming suddenly stiff as hisballs exploded.Terry heard a deep growl of passion escape his lips when his bloatedballs erupted into his mother's face. The searing burning of his wadshot through his balls and almost made him see stars. He shot and shotinto her, each squirt of his cum bringing him the most mind-meltingpleasure imaginable.He thought he would never stop coming. It was the best orgasm of hislife, and. If I gave that same speech to anyone who had been born and raised on Arbor, they would just nod. They already are familiar with the concept of weltgeist. They live it and think those of us who don't are unfortunate, or perhaps deluding ourselves. They can barely imagine a world that isn't listening and responding to the minds and souls it embraces." All right, so what's the point of bringing it up then? If I concede this weltgeist thing, if I presuppose that every facet has a sort of global.