At home, Sharon and I enjoyed so many times together. She knew from the time I was blindfolded that I liked that. She took it to a new dimension on on...e occasion. We were at home alone, she tied me, blindfolded, to the bed, arms and legs creating a cross shape. I was completely naked. Her hands started caressing over my nude body, then I felt something softer, with strands. She trailed it over my breasts, then my pussy. I was tingling, my body moving with this object, then a quick swish with it. On several occasions over the years, she has flooded my mouth with copious fluid. The scent alone can make me cum.) I figured I could always use a new tip or two and the book was wonderfully graphic, with color photos of beautiful vaginas and little black arrows and patterns. I found myself getting a bulge. I looked around to see if I was still alone when a young woman came from around the bookshelf into my aisle. I quickly took the book and sat down on the bench to read it. I adjusted my black. I remember that at one point he started talking a lot. Like really blah blah blah, as if he was trying to tell me something. With my ears open and my mouth shut, I sat and stared at him trying to make sense of his words. It was impossible. After a while, I interrupted him and said it, as it is, that I am schizotypal and that I am unable to catch on to allusions. I explained that if he wanted to tell me something then he would have to tell me directly. I remember, he seemed to have a hard time. He turns it down, we go to trial.’ Something occurred to her. ‘Oh, yeah, and he surrenders whatever teaching or counseling licenses he has, too, and agrees never to work with kids again.’ Milligan shook his head. ‘He won’t go for that,’ he said. ‘He’s scared to death of what will happen to him if he goes to jail.’ ‘Fine, let’s go to trial, then,’ Milly said. ‘But let me tell you, I’m going to have videotape evidence, which means we will get convictions on the stat rape charges. Then I’ll ask.