The area of the old channel is deeper than most of the bayou excluding the dredged channel. The trees are close and they were blocking out what light ...as available so out came the spotlight. Jamey and I were sitting on the 2 back benches watching the 2 cute butts of the girls. Squeals and laughter abounded from the girls as they went thru spider webs. A couple of times they spotted snakes swimming serpentine thru the water, as cautious about us as we were of them. All of the sentiments seemed. It was VERY good that the reverse was happening!I also guessed that's why I needed so much extra food (+8% per mind), not just to fuel the conscious thinking, but all the processes going on underneath. [I later found that the mathematics behind my food consumption was more complicated than "+8% per mind", but that explanation is best later.]^My conclusion that my body control had increased significantly was confirmed a couple of weeks after the second merge, when I was talking to a guy in the. Then we both started licking up and down his shaft until our tongues met at the head. We were both licking on his dickhole. We were going at like the two little sluts we were.Sarah then pushed me down on to the lounger. As I laid on my back, she got down and slowly peeled off my bikini bottom exposing my juicy pussy. She started to lick my pussy. I was moaning so loud, it felt so good."Put your cock in my mouth," I said to Jerome. I sucked hard on his dick as Sarah was licking and fingering my. But if I was, man I wouldn't be in this situation. Nope nope nope. As I browse my email, I notice I have another post on my Facebook wall. Why is it called a wall? Lost in the idea of people literally writing on walls, I clicked the link. 'Man, only God knows when I last logged in here.' Five unread messages, and 10 or so lost comments on my wall. I call them lost because I never reply. I always read them in my e-mail, and delete. I think it's time to reach out. Just this once. I decide to.