I was so obsessed with her melons that I barely glanced at her pretty little pussy, though I did note that the hair was trimmed, not shaved, and she h...d very prominent labia. "It's an old hot water tank," I explained, "It only lasts for one shower, and I need to get ready for work." The primitive part of my brain was screaming at the smart part to shut up, because it - the primitive part - was enjoying a nice fantasy of Melons dropping to her knees, brushing my hand aside, and without another. It’s a porch light. I’m next to a farm house I soon see. I’m scared but I knock on the door gently and wait for an answer. I hear foot steps coming closer and closer towards the door. And eventually the door swings open and as it does I fall into the house with exhaustion and fear. A little while later I wake to find a woman sitting by my side and stroking my face gently. As I begin to get my eyes focused I can see this amazingly sensual looking lady in her mid forties with a very tight and. " It's a pronouncement against Nineveh. Written in Hittite." I can't read Hittite," said Marigold. She also recalled that Nineveh was somewhere in the Bible; it had been destroyed a long time ago."Besides that," continued the woman, peering into the dark interior of the doghouse, "Nineveh isn't even around any more. Doesn't prove a thing." Suit yourself--it's obviously an old pronouncement, then. I'll get you something more recent."Again, an object appeared at the entrance to the little blue. ", I finally had the courage to begin, "I want you to know that you can tell me anything. I promise,  whatever it might be, it can stay just between us." I was hoping to dispel any fears he might have had, but he merely nodded his head in agreement."Are you okay?" I asked him, my own condition being one of extreme nervousness. He again nodded but said nothing.The tension in me was building to a peak, and I felt as though I would faint if I didn't get up from the table. Just as I was.