That’s always an experience. Then as I was dealing with a client my short term memory went completely blank. I knew who I was, where I was, what I h...d just done. I felt mentally sharp, other than the fact that I had absolutely no clue what I was supposed to do. I mean white piece of paper blank, blank mental field, oh shit blank. I had to apologize to my client and tell them I had a condition that affects my memory and ask for their help to figure out what I was supposed to be doing for them.. But he knew better than to think that some miracle would put a stop to his miseries. The sad irony about it was that love was supposed to be the panacea that ended his suffering and pain. But he suddenly realized that love itself and its reckless pursuit had made him suffer more than any absence of it. He had little clue that love was also like its ugly twin, war, and that multitudes died more of love’s twisted ability to carve up a man’s heart than any sharp bayonet that some unreasonable. It's what you do best," he said to his reflection.He watched everyone arrive outside his house, dressed for partying andcarrying crates of beer up the footpath. Occasionally people broughtpackages that looked like presents but he felt certain that they were notfor him but for his sister. Every few minutes he heard the doorbell ring,followed by the same loud and overly excited expression, "HEY! Oh my god,thank you so much for coming guys! Everyone else is out the back!". As hewatched, he started. I kissed each lip and petal of her sex, nuzzled her milk warm barely scented tiny vagina. Her whole body shuddered,I licked tongue tip from her tiny tight hole up a delicate lip to her clit and lapped and sucked and Sunny mewed and "hmmmmm, oooooh boy!" she cooed. I licked and delicately fingered and touched and warm scent of the girl in heat flooded my head, engulfed my senses in her bliss and wet warmth, I lapped and slurped until she rode my face, her tiny fist grasping my hair, pulling my.