I see drawings on the walls – children's drawings. I see you and me sitting on a leather couch. I see a desk in the corner with a computer and some ...photos in frames. I can't see the photos from here." That's good. That's what I see, too." I thought you were blind." That was your idea, not mine. The mind is an amazing thing. It fills in the blanks. It creates fictions to cover gaps in the reality that it sees. I couldn't see what you could see so your subconscious decided that I must be blind. A. “Where would you like to cum on me?” she asked“Your face and tits,” said Keith his cock twitching.Obediently Michelle got to her knees on the cold concrete floor and his surprisingly big cock stared back at her. He started to work it slowly “Finger your cunt hole” he grunted. Michelle did as she was told, letting his words direct her, and slid her finger into pussy. Her wetness and the ease with which she slipped in one, two, then three fingers surprised her and she savoured the slurping sound. “I don’t like these blown up affairs and all these self-important elitists thinking they are better than anyone else.”Sif had not said a word since they left. She tried to separate her emotions and feelings, with little success. She snapped at the old man. “Nevertheless you go! No one forces you to come here. It is an invitation and every year you go! Erik Gustav never went!”He glared at her. “You do not have to go either. You can return with this flyer and wait for our return. I knew the old. The crying children and screaming parents hadn't been the worst of it. You get that at little league games and parent/teacher conferences all the time. What had made this particular day so rough was the deafening silence. It was accompanied by the kind of catatonic listlessness that could suck the love right out of you as you helplessly watched a young girl teeter on the brink between a life-long series of nightmares and fears or of taking the beginning steps in the long process of mental.