I hestitated for a couple of minutes, and then said, "What are we doing with each other?" She stretched onto the bed on her side, resting her head on ...her arm, and crossed her legs. "What answer are you looking for?", she asked. Before I could answer, she said, "Listen. I have known you all your life, and have always had a special feeling for you. I loved having you stay with me when you were young, and to watch you develop into the fine young man. After that night in the motel, I realized that. He has plenty of fat around his body, I think!”John pretended to be shocked at this claim. “I am all muscle, my girl! Not an ounce of excess fat on my body.”Raka frowned. “An ounce, John? What is that?”“Sorry, pet. A measure, meaning a very small amount. Some day, we will need to set up standards of measurement for weights, lengths, and other quantities such as for liquids. Paces are too vague for distances, and heights and depths are even worse for measuring without standards.”Raka pushed a. Holistic: There’s more shit here than I figured on.Idealism 1: I can deal with any shit.Idealism 2: Be prepared that all shit will happen, eventually.Idolism: Let’s bronze this shit.Illuminiate-sm: We make shit happen.Impressionism: From a distance this shit looks like a garden.Individualism: Let’s make shit happen so at least we know who to blame.Islam 1: If shit happens, it is the will of Allah.Islam 2: We don’t take any shit.Islam 3: If shit happens, kill the unbelievers. If shit doesn’t. I kept my fingers there to open her cunt. I could see white fluid accumulated there. I did not have the courage to fuck her since I was worried if I get some disease. She urged me to fuck her but I inserted my finger and masturbated to release my cum. She was very unhappy and some how I managed that day. After this incident, touching her cunt became frequent for me. The situation came to such levels that I wanted her daily and she wanted me more. One fine day she washed her private parts and.