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"Oh my goodness!"

He didn't know how to hide his excitement anymore. He did want to try it but he had defected. He tried again to act as though everything was fine but he didn't know how to put with that.

He wasn't even in for some guesses. He wanted to wait. He wanted to discern what was coming. He did want to know if he was truly ready for it or not.

He knew that the odds of being ready for it or not wasn't the best thing. He could use the other odds with sane stance.

His interest obviously wasn't of great consequence. He should know that. He did know that his choice was never revered.

He did know that he had never been prepared for whatever would have its way. He didn't care what that would be.

He would only do the little he could and have his way. He didn't know what way he was trying to figure out. He was only expecting.

He shouldn't be lost in the labyrinth of his thoughts anymore. He shouldn't give himself away. He shouldn't make himself feel the odds.

He knew what he did want. He knew what he would do and put up with. He would wait a little while before arriving at a conclusion.

There no was no conclusion to be arrived at of course. Time would obviously test the whole thing.

He was skeptical. He didn't know if the guesses were right. Well, he didn't know why he would settle for guesses in the first place.

He did know that the best thing wasn't to argue or feel so embarrassed about the whole thought. He made his route clear and that was what was best.

That was exactly what was expected of him. He did know it but was feigning not to. He would figure that out again.

He would make it feel the rage of its being. Time would help him achieve the aim. He was more than sure about it.

The thought was kinda too huge for him. He did want to process it firstly before supplanting it. He wanted to know what he was getting on.

He wanted to have an idea of what he was dealing with. He would be ready for all odds of course.

He was making the efforts to understand but he didn't know if he wasn't putting his best in it.

He did wish that the whole thing would make sense and he would be able to arrive at a sane conclusion. He knew that would make it known of course. The thought came out clearly.

Was it the monster alongside the beast coming out of the wall? He wasn't so sure about it. He did want to be sure. He didn't know how to be.

He was looking at the odds of it not being so. He did consider the chance of it not being so. He didn't know which of the feelings he was supposed to believe.

He did wish that he would be able to identify the rage of his being. He would make his rage known. That was off what he did need at that moment.

He didn't know what he would do if twere the two of them. He did hope that he would be able to understand and find his way around it.

He only wanted to get ready for them. That was all that did matter to him. He couldn't really be sure. He wanted to be.

He would fiddle with his instinct for as long as possible. He knew that he wouldn't be stood up. He was more than sure about that.

He had been dealing with the odds since a long while of course. He quit the thought. He wasn't so equipped.

By sodden sway of the time, a lady made her way out of the wall. He didn't know what to think. He didn't know what to put up with.

He would try as much possible to be sane. A lady who had been living in the walls? He couldn't really be sure. He didn't know what to be sure of course.

The thought which did seem to had caught the breath of the hay was damped by what the next marred moments did have in stock.

He did know that he hadn't bargained for that.

Another lady came out of the wall. Then he did know that he would quake. He didn't know how to put up with the feeling.

He really did wish that he would be able to do that. He couldn't really be sure about it. He knew that and didn't want to force it.

He would let it have its way and he would be able to identify with the rage. That was all that did matter.

Then another lady came out of the wall. He tried to understand a mystery. He had been trying to crack it but he simply wanted to be sure.

It did seem as though the ladies did come out at intervals. He was sure that they hadn't come out at a time.

He didn't know if the three ladies were all. He didn't know if there were rest somewhere. He couldn't really be sure.

He did really want to be. He was sieving his options. That was the best thing he could do. That was the only seeming option he did have and he would stick to it.

He wouldn't steer clear of its realization. He would do the best he could. That was all that did matter.

Then another lady came out of the wall. Then another and then another till they were all seven. He paused his thoughts.

He looked and looked around trying to do a survey. He didn't know what to arrive at. Then at once, the wall did close behind them.

He didn't know what to think. He was trying not to think. He would do his best. He knew that he wouldn't be able to steer clear of thoughts.

For if he was practicing to steer clear of it, then he needed to think about it too. Twas like the air around him. He couldn't ignore.

He was more than sure that he had never seen the ladies ever. He didn't know who they were and what they had come for.

He couldn't identify with the odds. He did really want to but he couldn't. He would help it. He would feel it. He would make it known.

Asking questions wasn't a fair idea of course. He wouldn't knuckle under that. He did know that there were things he could do but he simply couldn't remember one.

He didn't even need to. Things were beginning to take new forms.

Six of the ladies moved towards the berth. He didn't know what they were going to do. He did hope that he would be able to make meaning of it, but he simply couldn't.

He did try his best for naught. He couldn't arrive at a sane answer. He would try his best. That was all that he would do.

All the ladies, inclusive of the one standing all by herself began to undress themselves.

They began to fiddle with the tip of their clothes and making sumptuous sways while they all slipped off their clothes.

He did want to close his eyes. He had no idea what they did have in mind. He wasn't sure if he did know what was coming his way.

He didn't know if he should be happy or not. He would try his best to tame his emotions. There was no way he wanted to tame it.

He did love what was happening to him but simply wouldn't admit it to himself. He would try the best he could ever think of till the ladies would have their ways.

For he was more than sure that the ladies definitely would have there ways. He was getting prepared for it.

While he did get prepared, he tired to savor what pleasant pleasantries the apt atmosphere did hold. He would make his rage melt into patience.

There was no point in rage anymore. He couldn't agree with his instinct on closing his eyes. It did seem like an awkward idea.

He did know that if they want his eyes closed, they wouldn't had done the undressing before him. He didn't even care if they would really want to close his eyes.

He didn't care. Let them go ahead and cease his sight and bruise his vision, he didn't care. Of course he would be left with the memory making his foiled fantasy.

There boobs were enormous and he couldn't look away from them. He did look from one to the other. He didn't care what would happen to him.

He wanted to run to all of them and have a mass grabbing of the boobs. He wanted to suck wickedness outta them.

He wanted them to know that they were hurting him. He would arrive at the conclusion of course.

Then his thoughts were ripped when the one standing all by herself walked towards him, while the rest had their seductive seats on the berth. Hell was going to be let loose of course.