A little history but no more.??To understand human drives you must see them in the great perspective of the sweep of time. I have little truck with th...se Viennese thinkers who believe that all our desires spring from our own experiences; they are much deeper than that. Consider the Egyptians of antiquity. Their engineers were as great as ourselves but now we see their lives revealed through their inscriptions to be as much in turmoil as our own. Male lusts and drives were as intimately linked. Around 9:30, by which time any self-respecting deer would be laid up for the day, I put on my jacket and vest (which fitted me like a tent but would color me human to any lurking hunters) and headed out, the Liberator and my box of ammunition in my pockets. The weather was appreciably brisker than a few days before, with a definite nip in the air and a fairly heavy overcast; perhaps the snowfall eagerly awaited by the lodge management was at last on its way.The access to the hunting area was. We met for lunch everyday after that. On the weekends, we would catch a movie or just sit at home and talk.He was always a perfect gentleman. After six months of dating, I told him I was falling in love with him. He confessed that he felt the same way. The day after we told each other how we felt, he came by with a dozen long stemmed red roses and a small package. I let him in and greeted him with a kiss on the cheek. He handed me the roses and led me to the living room where he sat me down on. Sam’s chin dropped to his chest, because he didn’t have enough strength left to hold his head up. If it weren’t for his weight leaning against her bent legs, he couldn’t even have remained upright. Denise whimpered and laughed, still caught in the throes of her unexpected orgasm, and loving every second of it. After a minute or so, the effort he’d expended and the sharp jolts from her pussy squeezing his over-sensitive cock caught up with him. “Got... Got to move.” Denise moaned in disapproval,.