Thinking about this problem makes me think that Fran has had her future changed already. Each change is like a ripple in a pond and spreads outward fo...ever.Suddenly Eastern Mysticism like Yoga, Buddhism and Zen seemed so real. The Prophet Zoroaster had been a rock in a pond, his ripple, the belief in one God had washed onto Abraham and onwards into the present.Later that afternoon I heard mom's car pull out of the driveway, she had said she would be at the mall, until dinner time and would. Thanks to digital camera images that had been taken before the cameras had been shot out, he knew that he had enemy troops in company strength fanning out from two directions, from two different tunnels into vital parts of the base. The blast doors were presenting no problems for them; they were simply blasting them open with primacord. A third company — at least he assumed it was a company — he had yet to get an image of it — was still pinned down in the main tunnel by the MPs. That wouldn't. Why dont you roll over onto your back, so that Susan can eat your pussy while Brad fucks her? It was only fair, I supposed. Somehow I found the willpower to roll onto my back. Susan quickly took her place between my legs and dived into my cunt, and Brad plunged his cock into Susans cunt from behind. I turned my head and saw my husband holding Wendys naked body against his. It struck me that a month ago I would have been shocked to see them like that, now it just seemed right. Then Susans tongue. "Cindy, I am going to make you forget about your problems. You're safe. You're loved. You are divine. Cum with me baby. Let's fly to the clouds." Somewhere in Paul's mind, he knew he would cause damage to their relationship if he matched her vulgar words. He had to stay on a plane that reassured her of her worth. She had been hurt by someone, and it was his job to heal, not enjoy. He could not, however, help but enjoy, but he was still able to make his comments positive and reassuring."Oh Cindy.