Through broken walls and gray, the winds blow bleak and shrill:They are all gone away.Nor is there one todayto speak them good or ill:There is nothing...more to say.Why is it then we strayaround the sunken sill?They are all gone away.And our poor fancy-playfor them is wasted skill:There is nothing more to say.There is ruin and decayIn the House on the Hillthey are all gone away, There is nothing more to say."The House on the Hill" by Edwin Arlington Robinson (1869-1935)Christine felt a slight. "What you want to do?" he asked.Explicit, I answered, "I want to kiss, lick, suck your nipples; lick your belly; tongue your navel; kiss, lick, suck your big cock; mouth your balls. I want you to fuck me, cum in my mouth." Well we ain't doin' it out here in the open," he said, as I continued sliding my hand up and down his stiffening pole glistening with his slick, still flowing juice."I know," I said, and let go of his hardening tool. I opened the lift door, threw my trousers inside the back. She rolled me off the couch onto the ground and was ontop of me in a flash. "woah" was all i could think of at the time. i looked into her eyes and saw pure lust and disire.she moved her hands down to my shirt and pulled it over my head with ease.She kissed my chest and then kissed her way down my chest to my stomach she fumbled with the belt buckle."need some help my love?" i chuckled she blushed and had a look of embarrassment on her face. She looked so cute when she blushed. when she heard. Felt that he slowly slid into me , almost without encountering resistance. HE was GREAT ! I let out a groan , but right in front of the speakers on the stage , no one heard it . Crowd rolled and pushed me backwards. It support the courage and I hardly know how HE slipped all the way into me . I clung around waist of my boyfriend , while HE was in step with the rhythms began to fuck me in the middle of the sea of ​​people . Floor boiled , and no one noticed what happened. Least my boyfriend who.