My fingers trace the path of passion that you have engraved upon my flesh. My hands move over my curves as my conscious self leaves and I feel my hand... being replaced with yours. Hands caress my soft, warm skin, coming up to cover my breasts. With a gentle touch, fingers lightly brush against the tender tips and I moan against the emptiness around me. I arch my breasts upward searching for the gentle touch of your hand. My body has become impassioned with this unquenchable desire, hands, my. Well, I hate them, too. Let me get Weena so the girls can talk." I covered the mouthpiece. "Weena! Pick it up! It's Willy." I heard her pick up and I put my receiver down."Well, Patrick. What do you think?" Mommy talk to Willy?" Right." They come here?" No. They're far away." Take flying emu?" Not soon. But we're getting a visitor later. A friend of Martha's. He writes ... uh ... stories." Dream stories?" I don't know. We'll have to ask him." 'Kay. You read story now?" Sure. You want to get a. Once in the restroom they quickly lost their inhibitions. Dave pushed her back onto the sank, pulling down her shorts exposing her black hairless pussy. Dropping to his knees he quickly started fingering her, first one then two as he begins to shove his fingers deeper and deeper into her tight little kitty, lifting one leg and dr****g it over his shoulder as he sucked her sweet pussy, she takes off her top as he reaches up to play with her hard little nipples. As she laid back she plays with. At that moment I wanted nothing to do with her. My world was crumbling. I told Carol that I was going to a hotel tonight. She could call me on my cell if there were any emergency. I went into the bedroom and bathroom and packed some clothes and toiletries. I checked into the Peabody hotel. I brought a bottle of whiskey to my room and drank until I passed out. I woke up several times and each time there were tears on my face. Deep in the night there was a knock on my door. I went to the peephole.