But how can one write about something one has never done? All I really have to go on is my imagination and what I’ve seen in pornography. My intelle...t tells me that neither of those have much basis in reality. And so I’ve sat here for many long moments wondering what the experience of sex is really like. What does it feels like? Hot. Sublime. I imagine the friction between their flesh and mine, so drastically different than when I am alone. So much more wondrous and profound. So much more to. In this written works he wants me to explain the happy times, as well as the complete destruction of my life, and then the happier times that finally came back. He says if there are any troubles in the future Bill and I can reread these, sit back, and think of the others feelings and that should help us get back on an even keel again. Then again with what we have going for us I am sure that once these are read by the other one, they can be put away and I bet they will never come out again. I am. She certainly wasn't your stereotypical grandmother by anystretch of the imagination. Peter had decided then and there that hewould spend as much time as he could away from her.His mom drove up and Peter could see his Grandmother sitting in thepassenger seat. So he threw his book bag into the back seat and hurriedafter. Forty five minutes later they were at the airport and parked ata departure gate. Carol got out after opening the trunk and Grandmotherslid over to the driver's seat. As the. I popped up off him, and bent down to lick him clean. After cleaning him up good, I grabbed a paper towel and wiped the come that had started to leak from my ass. He got himself dressed and composed, and promised that we would got out for dinner again sometime. He said that he was looking forward to working with our team in the future, and that we can plan on getting the contract, if he had anything to do with it. I thanked him and told him that I would love to see him again. He walked me.