I managed a squeaky little `thanks', but it was all I could get out."Don't worry ma'am, I've sent for the paramedics, they'll fix you right up."Yeah, ...I thought, right up until they cut off my clothes and see I'm a man. But at this point I could care less. Anything was better than this.True to his word, two ambulances, paramedics, and enough police to fill up prime time television for a month. The special victim cops showed up. They were three women officers. Obviously there to comfort us, take. We have a very close friendship with a few other families in our township. We have frequent get-togethers and parties giving me ample opportunity to mingle and talk to other women. I love making naughty and suggestive talk, which women really enjoyed. I feel strong vibes with a few women more than others and being in their company always got me excited. Over the years it had become normal for our group to share lewd and raunchy jokes and indulge in some harmless physical intimacies like. Suddenly her eyes grew wide as the bloke in her mouth blasted his cum into the back of her throat, making her gag again as she swallowed it down. He took his cock from her mouth but was quickly replaced by another bloke who started fucking her mouth straight away, as the bloke behind her took out his cock and pushed it into her wet and finger battered pussy making her gasp out and start to moan as he fucked her with hard strokes, the two blokes getting into rythem so they both pushed at the. There are layers and layers of control that we exercise on ourselves and our thoughts and our perceptions of reality, and when you abandon them all, slowly, one at a time with a steady and balanced effort over a long enough time to allow you to keep this focus going and get really, really deep – you feel like there’s a lot of shit out there, just out of reach. The more you can let go, the more you can tune in, and the more you tune in, the more you think you might possibly be going insane. On a.