I was too much into the blackness and the pain. I held the pain and welcomed the blackness, not even when I was knocked to the ground. Even the kicks ...and punches couldn't penetrate the cocoon that had been built to thwart my magic.≈Umaq was a fortress of mud, stone and cane that rose half a mile across and fifty feet high out of the wet bog around it. The streets were narrow and crooked. The walls were made of brick — bricks made of dried mud, not the kiln-fired bricks I was used to. From. You could say that Cynthia’s life was pretty boring. She knew it, and for a long time, every little vein in her body was screaming for some more excitement. You’re forty… you’re not dead yet, buzzed through her mind, but she had no idea how to change her life. She thought about getting a divorce, but was scared to take the final step. She would have to find a job, find a house, and how would her friends react? And her son? Some of her friends, who knew her dilemma, told her to get a hobby.. . I like the IDEA but I've not really explored that too much. Fear of getting caught, you know. And...arrested. If there were some safe place where I could get fucked , on a stage say, and people could watch me - I'd like that. Not in the street though" "Ok... er.... Lesbian threesomes with huge vibrators?" OH YES! Love it" I giggled , true though."GROUP sex?" "Yes, some larger groups as well, me and 7 or 8 others. I love all the possibilitiesand the fact if someone is tired or spent, someone. She still hadn’t moved a muscle, but they were making so much noise they wouldn’t hear her she thought. She pulled up her pants quietly and moved to the door. She listened carefully for any change of pace as she opened the stall door. She could not stop her voyeuristic urge and ignored her chance to flee. The passion of the two lovers, their moans, and building orgasms –was a big thrill for Deanna to spy on. She was now half way between her stall and her goal, creeping closer to peek in the.