I mean, with due respect to the various authors submitting their stories here, I feel that they are more artificial than real, following a mechanical ...set of sequences and monotonous montages. Trust me, the reality is more complex and weird than what we could pen down in our stories; but that is where our imaginations and fantasies reign supreme: we can twist and bend reality in our minds to satisfy our desires.Ladies, preferably in their early 20s, you can reach me at , and tell me how good my. . they can help, right? Tell me about my past...? Help me to remember...? Will that trigger old mem--" There are no people to trigger anything," I cut in. "You were found wandering the streets, no ID, nothing to identify where you came from or where you were going. The FBI both ran your finger prints and DNA. No hits. There's been no missing persons claim. I'm sorry to tell you this, but we don't know who you are or where you came from ... and it's unlikely that we ever will."I set a neatly. Almost in desperation she decided to go walkabout in the hope that that would take her mind off things. She went to the garages first. They were empty bar two trailers. She identified them as being Angus and Trevor’s. Presumably Greg had given them leave as there was no sign of them. She looked at the drivers’ shelves and managed a half smile, just the things she and her section used to keep there.She wandered round the hard-standing. That was immaculate. She wondered how Greg achieved that.. I walked over and picked up the remote, and pressed play. It resumed about 1/2 way through an interracial dp scene. I looked at her and she went bright red. I took the DVD's and sex toys from her. The dildo smelt of her. I slowly ran my hand up the inside of her thigh, I still had said nothing to her since I walked through the door. I stopped just short of her groin, with her taking shudder breathes. Turning her round I lifted her dress to reveal a knickerless crouch. It was very moist and.