This feeling of sexual arousal with no means other than my hand to relieve it, is the prompt to me writing this letter. I am dressed and sitting at t...e writing desk in my cabin. You will remember the oak desk as the one I bent you over, the one where you presented your bounteous buttocks to me and the one Amanda where I fucked your ass. That was such a thrill to me. I don’t simply mean the incredible sensation of having my cock in that wonderfully tight anus, but also the humility I felt when. Society had already gone through the sexual revolution of the 1960s and we were in the risqué 70s. Women wore very short mini dresses, tight halter tops, short shorts and skimpy bikinis. Men wore bell bottoms snug at the crotch, speedo swim suits and gauze tops. We were a very sociable couple. We went to a lot of parties where everyone was stoned. The music was psychedelic and there was a lot of sexual games. One night we went to a particularly raucous party and got stoned and drunk. As the. It was like it had been taken from a twisted, oversized dollhouse. As he lifted his mitten-clad hands to his eyes he realised they were no longer his, but only took a moment to realise what they had done to him. The tears came in a torrent as he feebly tried to separate his fused fingers; it was almost as the bones themselves were joined side by side. He was amazed at how little it was actually affecting him. His hands were useless; they looked very pretty with the long pink nails and soft skin. For about a minute there’s pure mayhem, then about ten of the hyenas are racing north at their top speed while the cats return to the scene of the battle to start eating. They start on the bison first.Ed says, “I think they intend to finish most of the bison and then carry the hyenas off for a later snack.” The men laugh. The cats turn to the far sound, but only glance at the wagon while it moves away from them.When they reach the ramp Ed is very glad Clyde is a well-trained and intelligent.