“All right,” I said, getting off my couch and kneeling down beside the little fags. “Now comes the best part.” Pushing Chris aside, I said, �...�Bobby, on your hands and knees!” He did so. “Chris, back to licking his ass!” Unwillingly, Chris crawled back over and resumed rimming his brother. I positioned myself behind Chris, unzipped my pants, pulled out my hard slab of penile meat, and pressed it against the entrance to Chris’ ass. “This’ll teach you to pull another fuckin’ prank on me!” I. You need to relax more. You crave to relax more. As you do, you relax more. The pleasure grows as you do. Deeper and deeper. More and more focused on feeling this pleasure. You want the pleasure, don’t you? You need the pleasure, don’t you? You crave the pleasure, don’t you? You tell yourself , yes, and you go deeper. Deeper and deeper with each breath. Loving this pleasurable relaxation. And it is so easy to feel this again and again. All you do is have to want it. Then you can come back here. They wanted to buy their mother something nice, something expensive."Mom's already here," Denny said as soon as we got off the elevator in the parking garage. He was right. Karen was thirty yards away, standing by the car talking to a man.My wife was wearing her leather jacket over a white knit sweater and smooth slacks which accented the marvelous shape of her butt, leaving nothing to the imagination. She was looking up at the guy, smiling."Hi guys," she said when she saw us approaching. The. I work in a hypersexualized industry in which release without commitment is often the best available alternative to disastrous emotional spectacles. I told you that Kathryn and I would never have been compatible. I did not tell you all the reasons, for while I have finally accepted them, I am not necessarily proud of them. I have chosen a life of open, honest, and deliberately low-commitment sexuality that does not even rise to the level of true polygamy. I do not wish to be anyone’s partner. I.