But it appears that you didn't exist until 3 years ago. Care to tell me where you were before then, are you maybe illegally in the country?"I looked d...istraught, just like in my vision. The truth had caught up with me. I pursed my lips, "Mr. Hanner, since you have been so frank to me I'll tell you. But only if you promise that it will stay between us." I could see him frown, but he kept quiet. "I'm telling you this in confidence, since I was asked by the FBM not to divulge information on what. Unlike women, an overwhelming percentage of men say their partners are "sensitive toward their sexual needs". While women don't seem to be too happy with the "sexual involvement of partners", men are.Twice as many men have sexual fantasies and they are three times more likely to share those. Not just that. They are more contented with life in general than women - much more satisfied with their jobs and just as happy as women with their health, social, family and financial lives. About a 100. And Powerone wants to see that tiny asshole." Powerone watched Loren's body slowly rise up, pushing on the forces of the strange bed holding her body up, watching as she performed for Zorg. His hand reached down and began to stroke his cock as her asshole was slowly revealed, nestled between her parted ass cheeks. It was so tiny, just a small light brown star on a sea of white flesh. He would enjoy sheathing his large cock inside such a tiny morsel. It would squeeze it so nicely, forcing his. Perhaps she too realized our relationship had moved to a new level. Much of that week I spent soul-searching. Sandi had become more than a friend and our tentative tender touches evidenced this. I struggled with the growing awareness that I wanted to make love with this woman. It went against years of deeply ingrained religious teaching and while I didn't love my wife, I didn't want to hurt anyone. I spoke of my dilemma with Sandi over our next dinner. If she was surprised, it wasn't.