The only stuff I see is the stuff in my mind. The floating image of this slinky gyration, sometimes in motion, and for some reason all that I perceive...must be false. I hardly know how to read, and writing this becomes difficult, because I lack the brain power to do anything for the common good, and here I sit at this cramped table, my mother most likely sleeping, and the morning light blares through my window like some forgotten tune. Why, dear Allah, must the light always be followed by. Both had siblings at home and their parents’ prying eyes wouldn’t leave much space for any secrets remaining private. For a few last months both had been coming up with more and less clever excuses to dsappear for an hour or two after the dawn. Noah had his eyes on Michael for a while now. Tall, muscular and the boyish type of goofy, Michael didn’t strike the observer as a candidate to be a closeted gay boy. After some innocent flirting however, Michael turned out to be as gay as a young,. He would fuck her next. She couldn't help but cum all over again."Ohh fuck..fuck...shit..here it cums bitch." Eith one last grunt, he thrusted as deep as he could and came down her throat. "Don't spill a single drop." Her eyes widened, she wasn't ready for the amount of volume of cum that rushed down her thraot. But she still trued her best to swallow as much as she could, sadly some came out. Mike lost it.He grabbed her and pinned her with her face down and ass up on the seats. He stood behind. "I can see the top of his head;red hair, just like his father."Ten years of miscarriages, still births, and infant deaths had souredthe king on his wife. When a woman some years his junior, vital,_very_ sexual, and willing had come to the court, His Majesty had movedHeaven and Hell to divorce the queen and take a new wife. He'dmanaged, but there were many, like Tansie, who objected.The new queen had gotten pregnant almost as soon as they exchangedvows, and all the doctors -- and the mystics.