Every single element of the experience would be recorded, and therefore, experienced again and again by anyone who re-experienced the original recordi...ng. ‘But consider this as well. A person could in effect lie down and plug into this ‘experience machine’ indefinitely, live a life of full of rich experience, yet never, and I mean never leave their bed. ‘So, where’s the moral issue? What are the implications of such a transfer of experience? Well, first consider what our definition of reality. Thinking about it now on the train home, I can only guess what he was doing but it felt like he pressed the back of the tortuous toothbrush on the back wall of my pussy which must have been gaping as I couldn’t feel the main vibration of the bristles. But ……. He very, very slowly slid it into my poor little pussy hole and I felt the full attack on the front wall until he reached the inside of my clitty tube and where my G-spot area was. It was simply unbearable and I thought I faint but I held. To dosto let start apny hath lund mai ly lo or girls apny boobs or bur ko masalana start kar do yeh baat us time ki hai jub saba k husband ny us sy fight kar k baby k sath us ko mama papa yahni mery neihbours k ghar chorh kiya tah saba ka husband lanlord hai or dirnk bhi bhot karta hai jis per unka aksar jakarha hota tah ais baar baat zaida bharh gayi tehi saba mama papa k ghar any k bhad bhout khamosh khamosh rehti tehi mai aksar un k ghar jata or us k 1 saal k baby k sath khailta rehta tah or. It was something I had learned from my grandfather—Dad’s father. There was a full basement that had been walled off to form two rooms—one big with plenty of room for kids to play or to establish a family room for relaxing or entertaining with sliding glass doors to the back yard.The part I wanted was smaller with the oil burner, hot water heater, and room for my power tools--a table saw, drill press, and router--in addition to wall racks to hold supplies of wood and metal and a mid-sized work.