Our life is composed greatly from dreams, from the u*********s, and they must be brought into connection with action. They must be woven together.Trut...h is something which can't be told in a few words. Those who simplify the niverse only reduce the expansion of its meaning.It's all right for a woman to be, above all, human. I am a woman first of all.When we blindly adopt a religion, a political system, a literary dogma, we become automatons. We cease to grow.The only abnormality is the. In summation, we were in arousingly intimate, head-to-toe contact. And then there was the coup de grace: I was sporting a rampant hard-on, which was poking into her tush, with only my shorts and her panties in the way.Shit, shit, shit.I laid there, unmoving, considering my next move. Wendy's regular breathing pattern let me know that she was most likely fast asleep. I knew that I had to slip away from her, as quietly as possible, and finish the night out on the sofa.A fierce internal conflict. When I sensed she'd had enough, I concentrated exclusively on her clitoris, pinching it between my thumb and forefinger, then rubbing it.She climaxed almost immediately. I could feel her body shudder from head to toe. Anyone watching might have thought her shaking was due to how cold it had gotten, at least that's what I hoped.Becka had the type of climax that most women would not have been able to go through without crying out loudly. But the only sounds she made were a few inaudible gasps as. She didn’t just see him, she stared at him. Her eyes were locked on his face, no expression in her enthralling clear green eyes. Johnny froze. Every part of his body told him he would now get in trouble, that he should run or else be considered a massive pervert and then hunted by the locals, but he couldn’t. Her eyes burned him in place and kept him there as if he was turned into stone.After what felt like hours of standing there he saw her facial expression changed. It took him a little while.