. so warm. And wet. I feel the back of your throat as you slide as much of me in your mouth as you can fit. My heart beats almost out of control as yo...u stroke my rod with your mouth. Your stare keeps me sober, and I remember to breath. I hold your hair out of your face as you bring me to full mass. So passionate, so eager to please. I smile.. and throw your blankets aside as I spread your legs, eager to return the favor. You sigh, and press your nails into my shoulders as I bury my face in. An idea came to him, slipping quietly into his consciousness. He turned it over in his mind, exploring the idea...yes. It felt right; the more he considered it the more it fit."It is the bowl." And what does that mean?'"It means..." on the right track, now; he -must- be. He spoke slowly and with deliberation, tasting the words as they came out. "It means...life, giving. In the bowl, the food is put, and out of it comes nourishment. When we give, the bowl is full." And what else does the bowl. It consisted of three rooms. The main room was set out for receiving guests and also for dining. Off of this room was a huge bedroom with several bigger than king-size beds. Off of the bedroom was a bathroom, although the term bathroom didn't really do it justice. There was a massive sunken bath, clearly able to double as a Jacuzzi, a shower that would accommodate a soccer team and wonder of wonders, a sauna. Thick towels and bathrobes were laid out around the room and various toiletries. Becky continued, "She ruled the house and made me do all the work. Dad couldn't do much of anything to stop her because she would run over him too. Then came the day he passed away because of pneumonia that he got from being bedridden for so long. The day he passed away was the day I moved out. I knew that with no one around to keep her even a little under control, she would be a demon to live with!"She carried on, "That was about four years ago, I guess, and I have been hopping around ever.