The lunatic had blackouts, and periods when he mentally 'went away' and hallucinated about past events. I do that, too ... well, I did do that, too ..... before. I don't, anymore, now that I have Zeus to take care of. He's my hero.Now I live in a Hummer, most of the time. I drive around the country with Don Quixote, tilting at windmills. They are bad windmills, and we beat them, too, skewering them with our lance that fires bullets. I have a home base on a Navajo Reservation. It'll be the first. “I want to be your valentine,” she whispered.She pushed the coat off my arms, and it thumped softly to the floor. My shirt followed. It was like she’d practiced. Her motions were fluid and efficient. There was a little bit of fumbling when it came to my belt and zipper, but then my pants were falling.She knelt. I felt fingers at the waistband of my jockey shorts. My erection angled downwards as she pulled, and it got caught up in the cloth. I felt a warm hand reach in and, almost gently, assist. . Kya bataun sach me kitana majja aaraha tha. Maine aunty ki puri peeth chat chat ke geeli kar dali thi.. Ab aunty bhi apana hath peeche kar rahi thi mere lund ko pakadane ke liye…. Lekin tabhi maine unko sidha kiya.. Tabhi bhi unki ankhe band thi aur unke hotho par apane honth rakhkar unhe chusane laga tha. Ummaaaa ….. Aaahahah …Muze thoda dar bhi lag raha tha kyunki uncle kabhi bhi ander aa sakte the. Aur phir aunty ne ankhe kholi aur unke samane main tha. Us samay aunty ka chehara dekhane. I was absolutely determined about that.So I turned some serious attention to Craig’s balls. I buried my face in them, breathing on them and indulging my hands and tongue on their crumply softness, their inner heaviness, so hard in contrast to their soft sacks. I smoothed and played, licked and nibbled. And all the time Patrick kept a gentle rocking rhythm going in my pussy, his one hand playing my clit, his other teasing my one breast.Craig cupped my head with both hands and was moaning his.