Reader get out of your mind for a moment; accept the following statement as immutable truth. There is always another way. Lucy was way beyond intellig...ent. She was born that way; she never had any conventional schooling the way her dear ol’ da did in his youth during the beginning times. Lucy joined a few times to c***dren of Gavin; perhaps, a tale for another time. As her father did, she found an’ navigated through the cold sands of the pitch black darkness, alone; furthermore, just like da’ -. Everyone in the Middle East was angry about something. Hezbollah was sending dozens of rockets at Israel, Jordan and Egypt; the same rockets were misfiring, falling back on their own communities.Hamas and Hezbollah were infighting now in another power struggle. Some things never change.I checked in with Andy; it had been a while. The French terrorists who were to wear suicide vests or were to be shooters had all been tried and executed.The cells in the security zone now held mostly cartel. They looked beautiful together – lovingly sparring with each other – with the two of them working in unison to gratify themselves in a way I doubt that nature had ever intended. I loved doing this with Ricky: the two of us having sex together using just our cocks. To me, it seemed an exclusively masculine expression of our love; our bodies working together as equals rather than one of us having to use the other as an orifice to penetrate. I knew Ricky preferred to involve one or both of our. That horny itch in my pussy, that ache at the tip of my girl-dick, compelled me. It was uncomfortable. My underwire was digging into my breasts as I ran and my poor cock wanted to be free. It throbbed, protesting being bent over. My flip-flops smacked into the bottom of my feet and my new purchases jostled in my hand, cloth handle of the reusable bags digging into my fingers.Finally, I reached it. A ripple of trepidation washed through me. I was trying to deny what I was, not... enjoy it. But.