Could there ever be happy endings for people who’ve never believed in them, or would our forests echo with laughter? +++++ My next walk belonged to ...hea, and everyone knew it. I could follow the script I’d rejected a thousand lifetimes ago, or — not. I could settle down and settle in, prop my feet up and start reading next week’s TV Guide, or I could ramble on down the same road I’d been on all my life. How many Deborah’s had there been in my life, I wondered, how many close encounters had I. I watched for a while as they each had very nice orgasms. Then I resumed my search for my wife. I went to the basement and looked for her. But Anita was not down there so I went back upstairs. I looked all over for her to no avail. Then I went to the kitchen to fix me a drink. I could see The Joker fucking the stewardess…But my sexy Ana had been lost for at least one entire hour. If she was having fun, I wanted to watch her fucking anybody…But then I went outside and found her standing up. Of course Daddy is the father; now I shall soon have half sisters and brothers. Each is carrying twins, a boy and a girl. I have no understanding of how this statistical miracle could have occurred, but when Daddy is involved, anything seems to be possible. Over time Daddy has chosen to impart facts concerning his powers to me, his only child to date. I am sure that what I tell you about his capabilities will both shock and amaze you. It seems that he has always had these latent gifts,. The overhead light glinted off the steel collar around the woman’s throat. He wasn’t very experienced in the world of power exchange, but he knew enough to know what that band of metal around her pretty throat represented, at least in part. Submission and yielding were Alice’s way of loving, and living. He looked into her lovely face, saw the surrender there. It was enough. Roger hastily undressed, peeling his way quickly out of what remained of his clothes, casting aside garments as fast as he.