However, there is another side to human nature, a darker,more primitive dimension, wherein animal instincts, although repressed,reside, as wild beasts...in a deep jungle--instincts, desires, and urgeswhich are more chemical and biological even than they are emotional andare far, far removed from anything even remotely rational.Among women, with their nesting instinct and their maternal instinct,perhaps these impulses are amenable to a participatory and democraticsocial structure of equals. Among. . oh, wait, there he is!Samuel's ears perk up as one of his acute senses detects me. The Smittes idly chat, unaware as he rises from his slumber at their feet, looks directly at me through the brush for a few moments, then darts directly for me."Where's Sammy going?" the elderly Mrs. Smitte inquires as she tries to locate the target of his attention with her failing, tired eyes."Probably out after another squirrel, dear," answers Mr. Smitte, not even bothering to turn around to see.They return. He stroked his cock and lifted it and rubbed his balls. Jo got hard fast and then the dad kissed Jo on his cock. His dad told him "You have a nice cock and some day you will be proud how huge it will be." Dad then began to lick Jo's cock and his balls. After he got the cock wet by licking he then began to suck it. He had the cock in his mouth sucking it when he stopped and looked at his son and asked "How do you like getting your cock sucked?" Jo answered "It feels so good. Don't stop." The dad. We did it! You did it! I couldn't have done it without you, Kevin. You made this whole idea come to life. Thank you so much." Give yourself some credit, John. It's your design and your concept. It works because you understand the process and what it takes to get a proper result. I was just a structural consultant. You used your expertise and I used mine. Together we make a pretty good team," he smiled.He was right, of course. We did make a great team. All of us had contributed in some way or.