The woman in front of me is just grinding her hips and asshole across my mouth. A few minutes go by and i hear the door open and close again. i know t...at it’s not the woman because she’s still riding my face/tongue. i know it’s not the shemale because she’s having her way with my boi puss. So i can’t help but think, who just came into the room?! i’m still blindfolded and i can’t take it off because the shemale has my hands behind my back as she’s fucking me. After another minute the woman moves. In a way, she played into my hands, by leading my arm,she didn’t get to see my face, by taking me into thegarden we entered a darkness, ‘I am gagging for asmoke,’ she said, ‘and horny as hell.’I laughed, heading into a darkened corner, navigatingKaren to a bench, whilst conscious of the light fromthe window, we would be able to see in, but theywouldn’t see what I was about to do. Karen lit a cigarette, she sat up on the back of thebench, I moved unto her, our. " Uncle Con opened his mouth as if to say more, but hesitated, waiting for me to answer my own question."Of course," I continued for him after a moments thought. "I need to make a trip to the Garden of Knowledge."I slipped through the shield wall guarding the Garden and into the cool calmness that resided there. I saw a few people sitting at benches here and there, usually alone and lost in thought, but occasionally in groups.I walked up to the edge of the paving stones and looked up - a. The other gifts were pretty elaborate. Of course, Mom had been shopping with her all day, so there was a lot of new clothes. Pey presented a certificate for a month of cleaning their room without Em’s help. And then there was one last fat letter-size envelope that had arrived in the mail that day. I saw a look of grim determination on Em’s face as she gripped the envelope and then tore it open. She sighed as she read the contents of the cover sheet and tossed it on the table.“What’s that?” Pey.