"Bright light.. I must be in heaven" Richard thought. "But why can't I see ormove". A voice came from above him saying "Don't worry dear, it's onlytem...porary, it will pass". After what seemed an eternity the bright lightstarted to take on definition. Richard could make out shapes and he could seethat there were people moving around him. he asked, in a voice that did notseem like his, "are you angels"? to which one of the people laughed and said"we have been called that, now go to sleep dear".. It's always some days or weeks, sometimes years later I'll think about the situation and a light will go off.. `ohhhh, she wanted me to....' (long, drawn sigh) ah well.When the fog of lust descendsStill, I've had a great time through the years. These are a few things that spring to mind - When the fog of lust descends and morals are forgotten and ignored I go wherever my cock takes me. I've had lots of threesomes with couples I've met through personals. I've fucked lots of women in their lovely. Both passengers are completely engrossed in whatever was going on in their world, and I doubted that if I began to scream that a comet was hurling toward earth, they might look up. The ticket-taker has already made his rounds, and will not be coming back until we made our stop. I turn my iPod to a song with a sensual beat, blocking out words that could ruin my mood. I reach under my shirt and bra, and begin to rub my breasts, occasionally pinching my nipples. I look around to see if anyone. That day, I was the only one on my team getting the answers right. You laughed at my corny jokes.“I got this! I got this! Damn, I’m good! I’m Kobe Bryant, y’all are all the Lakers!” I said, slightly cocky.“Get it, Chad!” She said to me in response, high fiving me.I caught a peek of her glorious cleavage. I think she knew then that I was a part of the horde of males that wanted to fuck her. I just went about it differently. Unlike them, I never touched her, I never groped her hungrily. Maybe for.