And we take responsibility for our choices, too. Did my choices lead me inexorably to this point? Or was there an uncontrollable, unchosen outside for...e that got me here? Not that it really matters, because I choose, every day -- every minute of every day -- to live like this. Wasn't it Sartre who said that every day we make the choice to go on living, so we are responsible for the state of our lives -- after all we chose it, right?Right now, even as I type these words, there is a woman under. As it happened there were a sheaf of the same in my desk.Lavinia had he head thrown back gurgling and gasping with pleasure when Mellors finally shot his wad and collapsed upon her.“Congratulations, I now declare you to be man and wife in common law!”“Oh very funny,” Lavinia sighed.“Oh no, he is not joking,” Legge ventured, “We have signed the document, Mellors is now your husband.”“And I am afraid your marriage to Humphrey Raymond cannot now proceed,” I added.“But father!” she demanded, “What. Mary landed in between us and I could tell by the way she and Mags looked at and touched each other that their bond was the real deal, I had been having deeper feeling for Mags for some time now, and wondered exactly where I was going to fit in here. My insecurity was soon put on hold as things started to kink up a little bit on that bed. Mags was very expressive orally, she absolutely knew her was around a penis, enjoyed rimming (both giving and receiving), and had this thing about playing. She knew she needed to go slower than she liked, but she actually did want Lexie to enjoy it. Once it was all the way in, Lori left it there so Lex could get used to it.Next up she took out a riding crop and a paddle. Lexie rolled her eyes, knowing Tracie wouldn’t have a clue which was the lesser of the evils. Lexie spoke sharply to Lori for one of the first times ever. “Stop fucking around and scaring this poor woman. She doesn’t know what to do and what to pick and it’s clearly not fun for.