Especially when you are the only person around and they are out for blood. Not everyone has a soul, hums a memory of Cheyenne. In Shambala I was a gr...eat judge. I was fair and honest, and that is why they sent me back. This world is in need of justice. ‘Did you hear what we were talking about?’ Heather swings. ‘Because I don’t fucking care, it’s all true anyways.’ ‘I heard you. Cheryl’s on my floor.’ Why did I tell her? Why did I do that? Fear, fear, ancient fear. Fear and conditioning to do. .. oopsie. Sheesh, your memory sucks. I know, I know, I know. I forgot to take my memory medicine. Well ... get it together old man ... Ok ok ... I'm trying. (Fade to the Park)Ah, there we are ... the park, the swings, the teeter totter, Kurt, Jo, Vickie and me ... and Mr. Ott driving away. Mr. Ott had just told me we were keeping Kurt and Vickie for the night because Carol, Vick and Kurts mom, was "busy" tonight. Oh ... for having had six kids, Carol is a hottie ... I just had to toss that. We fucked again and I filled her pussy with my cum again. I got up and took a shower, asked she wanted to join me, she declined. When I got dressed she asked if I would walk her to her room just in case he did start something. I walked her to her room. Knocked on the door, and he answered the door. He was red in the face. It also looked like he was crying. I told him that I was bring his wife back. He looked me in the eye and called me a slimy motherfucker. With that I cocked back and pouched. He took my waist and directed me to plunge me completely into him, his delicious penis entered my vagina without difficulty, to the bottom, he embraces me by his huge thorax, only to feel his hands open my buttocks. All the strength of his arms were concentrated on that, my muscles did not resist, my body wanted to feel them, the three of them, to be theirs, to be their goddess, to be their object, and that they were mine, my toys, my suppliers.My open body invited David to stand behind me,.