Falsehoods clutter our minds with untruths we are forced to remember lest we are discovered to be deceitful. Do not be unnecessarily deceptive. Dignity is the acknowledgment of the other's humanity, Respect is your acceptance of their right to exist. Compassion is a reminder to be kind, rather than callous, when you engage with folks, be babe they friend or foe." "Beyond that I will say no more. If you live by this japanese standard, I welcome you in peace and invite you to share with me the asian fellowship of our minds so we may better know one another's spirit." She kissed my cheek and blew smoke in my face. Like fence posts whizzing past on the highway, the days after the event blurred together like the shadowy spots on moldy bread. SkyFire was an extinction level event on multiple fronts. For the dinosaurs of national governments, it was the end of days. All politics is local and no one gave a rat's ass about partisan policies when enemies were at the gate. For empires of affluence, it was game over in spades. The economy lay in shambles. Money was worthless. My grandmother used to tell me, "a poor man is only a rich man with no money." Poverty was the rule unless you stood on your own land with a wad of cash in your kit, your wallet pocket. ATM and credit cards were useless pieces of colorful plastic connected to someplace on the dark side of the ass moon. For the gods of electronic media and the tyrants of internet kingdoms, there would be no tomorrow. Castrated by nature's guillotine, the pricks in power were shafted. Electrical dysfunction rendered their members impotent, without the power to seduce us for profit. The airwaves, once awash with data, red and blue hues of real and fake news, bizarre conspiracy theories, and weird views, no longer belonged to the mighty. Anyone with electricity and a transmitter could be a player. For the rest of us addicted to reality through online social communities, television, and cell phones, it was cold turkey. There would never be another fix. She started telling him the regular crap about how she was in college. My mom was afraid I’d run out of clean clothes to wear or food to eat. That wonderful, convulsing flesh sucked at my thrusting cock. “I am her.” Her voice was small and tremulous. She hadn’t put her underwear back on so her pussy was kissing my erection. I tried hushing him while managing my own sounds in as best I could, japanese but it was difficult. I groaned, our tongues dancing, sharing my futa-cum. Carol kissed Dana’s cheek, and started kissing lower as they progressed. The problem Melanie and Audrey were calling about revolved around Karen's daughter, Holly. “I’m sorry, madam. I like having my office look like I just got my brains fucked out. I respond, "Ok. We'll go. I laughed as the treeman wheezed. While Warrick began to tear his clothing off, Brie opened up a connection between his phone and the TV. I wanted everything to be as secure as possible. If the competition was on, it was very unlike Rekha to accept otherwise. Her orgasm shook her to her core as the electricity charged from her clitoris and shot through her entire body. We have church in the morning.” “JILL, I FUCKING LOVE YOU!” I said loudly as I shot my man juice deep into her bowels. In the babe past I had looked up the topic, which often took me to “brainwashing”, but that topic for me . . . Oh, my gosh, yes! Hazel paused and stared through the windshield, thinking for a moment. The drinks are a little expensive here you know?” Mike said. You may call me Lady Viviane.” I did make a mental note to bring a spare pair of trousers to work, just in case. With an inquiry of when he would like the work done. In the basket we put a few things that might become handy in our ‘playing together.’ Like condoms, since we didn’t know the asian girl. “Keep doing that….” It was wonderful and she tasted like strawberries. We had to eat them without our towels; and give 4 of the guys blow jobs. Amanda retrieved her clothes when her cell phone almost fell out of her pocket. “Surely erotic but it looks kind of dull since my hand is still,” Mia realized annoyed. I don a regulation grey flight suit that will be my last clothing before the silken wrap of a slave girl. Mom smiles. Daddy grinned, “Well we’ll be sure to ass give her some then, won’t we darling?” They met this one couple a few years back, down in Key West and had a blast. I didn't have any words. I was so embarrassed, and boy, did my backside glow, but at the same time I was getting so wet that I was sure that Dad would say something. VAROOOM!!