I was not surprised when he did not call back as promised. It was typical of all my relationships that never seemed to go anywhere at all.I am pretty ...sure I am not a lesbian.I mean, I like women a lot. I love to look at nude women. I love the pretty nipples and the pert breasts so nicely outstanding. I even like to look at older women. I think breasts and bottoms that sag a bit and laugh crinkles around the eyes and mouth are really sexy. Almost every attractive mature woman I have met makes me. He is just a stupid drunk and by that I mean when he gets drunk he gets stupid. He doesn't get mean or sick, he just gets stupid. I've known it since I met him at a fraternity kegger, but it didn't seem all that big of a deal at the time.I was at the kegger with the guy who was my boyfriend at the time. Jared was a cute and well built jock and we had been keeping company for about four months, but he wasn't going to be 'the one' I was going to live my life with and we both knew it. I wasn't. I think I can see what you mean. You said when you move a memory from one part of the mind to another, you always have to make sure all the other memories that point to it are changed to point to its new location." Right. But this memory doesn't have anything pointing to it, just away from it. Go get Margaret. I want to use her memories to find what happened before this one was planted in his."Dad knows his stuff. It took him less than two minutes to find the nearest memory of something they. He smiled and pulled his cock out of my mouth. I quickly climbed on the bed and got on my hands and knees. She told me if I was going to be a cock slut, I was going take it like a cock slut. She told me to get on my back with a pillow under my ass. She did not know, but this was my favorite position. She told me to guide his cock into my asshole. I smiled as I lifted my legs up to my chest to expose my asshole to that big black cock as his cock came closer and closer. When it got in range, I.