No I haven't got anything specific in mind to do today. Yes Jean, I would like a cup of tea. No Jean, I won't use all the hot water. etc etc." But in ...my 16 year old fevered imagination it was, "Jean, is there any chance you could make me your slave for the day and let me worship your beautiful feet before dragging me up to bed and demanding that I satisfy your pent up sexual urges once and for all. In fact Jean, why don't you just say to me, I've always fancied you Peter, now get down on your. "Where the hell are we, anyway?" Tracy asked, still feeling disoriented. "I don't remember seeing any islands on the chart the last time I looked at it. Gawd, that feels like a million years ago." No idea where we are exactly, Pip-squeak," he gave her the bad news. "Somewhere between New Guinea and the Philippines, but that's about as close as I can figure out. As a guess, I'd say about two hundred miles southwest of Davao." Looks like you got your wish for somewhere isolated. Not exactly in. I didn't have any family heirlooms that contained mysterious abilities. My family was a long line of people who just got by and weren't horrible people or really amazing good people. So I was as shocked as anyone could be when I figured out that I was 'special', that's the word I'm using for it as the others sound a little corny. Let's be honest, superheroes and villains don't exist for the usual reasons of realism, but who is to say that certain people don't have little things that set them. That is the final thing that would have taken her by surprise. Your ejaculations are so small that she hardly bothers to clean up afterward. But this young man would ejaculate so copiously that the sperm would well out over the lips of her vulva, completely drenching her pubic hair, before dribbling thickly over her thighs and soaking the clean sheets around her ripe little ass.If those were the thoughts that were going through your mind as you looked at that scrap of paper, with your home.