Unmistakably, they haveexistence. But, after the moment, when they are no longer held, they arejust ideas, nothing more than memories.Eva, my former l...ve, says I am too philosophical: "too philosophicalfor your own good," she says. (She is not philosophical enough for herown good, I say.)Thom (is it pretentious to include the "h"? I maintain that it is; Thomor Tom insists it is not and tells me that I am a snob.)Only recently, I have begun to consider not only my breasts, but also mytesticles.. I agreed with Petra and was also looking forward to Elsa’s plans to broaden my horizons.I was concerned that Elsa might be recognized in Vienna, since it was where she had been born and raised. When I asked about that possibility, she said that she had been a young girl when she left Vienna to marry Hans. Since then she had aged and undergone cosmetic surgery. In the times she and Hans had visited Vienna, she had not seen any of the few close acquaintances she’d had as a girl, and if we. Wonderful!" I said. It was indeed a very macho tribal tattoo over his entire upper right arm and shoulder. It made his muscular arms even more beautiful."And that bulge in that jockstrap of yours is certainly not a small one either," I continued. My left hand was going behind me and touching his hot crotch unashamed but softly. He took a small step backwards. He had apparently not noticed that he was riding against my arse cheeks with his stiff post.Now the biker was somewhat ashamed of. Once we had arranged the décor and furniture to suit ourselves, it became apparent to me that whilst sitting on our couch in the evenings, there were two upper roof dormer style windows in the roof of an opposite building from where anyone looking out would have a perfect and unobstructed view directly into most of our lounge and the corner of the room where our couch was located. Apart from that, the corner with our couch wasn’t within the field of view of any other windows. Unfortunately, the.