Maybe I've subconsciously glimpsed her in one ofthe tarnished tablespoons in the window, or maybe her dusty-spicy fragrancelingers on the doorstep I h...ven't even crossed yet. I don't know how I know,but I'm always right.When this happens, my facebrightens and my step lightens, and I turn into the shop as if I?m planning tobuy something, as if I have nothing better to do than a little junk shoppingthis fine morning.?? I stride into the placeas if I routinely take old broken floorlamps. We also observe that predator animals had to eat prey animals to survive, much as the predators and prey among the mega beasts of this planet. This appears to be an integral part of most of the life forms we can observe."We had all this information available to us, but we had not properly evaluated its importance, because it was not a factor in our continued existence. We Personalia are in the fortunate position of being able to stand aloof from such considerations, and take a moral stance. Once they got back on the highway, Collins pulled out his story and picked up where he left off. Her mind, although focused on the matter of driving, was taking a detour into this fantasy that her soon to be lover was unveiling and she soon found herself caressing her breast and again getting a rather wet crotch. She didn’t know that Collins had stopped reading from the story he wrote, but continued on with a story telling as he sat and mused over how horny she was getting in front of him. She. With the women it was something else; no matter how many times we were told not to think about them as male or female, my dick got hard when my finger was in a woman's ass.Despite all the cunt I had had, starting in junior high school, I had never tried to fuck a girl in her back door, nor to finger her there. No special reason; just that I had grown up thinking of an ass hole as dirty and disgusting, and I had plenty of pussies and mouths to use, enough so that I rarely needed my own hand.