And her."They just stood inside the door to Laura's apartment, staring at one another for a long time while Yvette cried. Finally, Yvette whispered, p...aintively."I loved you."Laura yearned for her, and leaned toward her. But Yvette pulled back. She wiped away her tears with the back of her hand."But I don't ever want to see you again," she said, glowering again at Laura."Are you sure?" Laura asked softly. She extended one arm and placed her hand on Yvette's shoulder. She could remember the. Taking the humongous sequoia trees, the mountains, water, etc. Everything is new to my suburban mind. Feels like I landed on a bizarre planet. Everyone person I met told me they loved me. Which is common at the gatherings. I was beginning to feel accepted by complete strangers who do not know who I am or my history. Just a simple four letter word "love" that shows their compassion to one another. I never felt happier with other people like this. The women here were very different. Natural women. Paula showed no interest in pursuing what her grandmother and mother did every morning. She had her friends and dolls to play with. She was a darling child but didn't like swords, spears, bows and arrows. If she were alone, Paula often was caught singing to her dolls or humming happily around the house. Attia complained that her daughter was six going on thirty. Paul, too, didn't take to soldiering too much either.He liked to read and write. He had authored some stories which Attia thought were. "You like that? You like me doing that?" Yes... don't stop." What do you want? Spell it out for me..." I don't know... oh god." Yes you do! You are a horny slut and you know exactly what you want!" I want you to fuck me. I want you to suck my tits and put your fingers up me..."She sucked me very very hard and I yelped a little because there was pain, and then her teeth began to worry the thick rubbery nipple and I felt the wetness seep out of me. I tugged at her hair and she lifted her head and.