Only pleasure. Only joy. Only happiness. Even from a distance, even though he didn’t know who she was, she was saving him. A treasure he did not yet...possess and still she was already invaluable to him. His heart had ached much over the week long journey to this village where mountains and sea met. He had visions of her running. Running away. From him? In fear? No, in sheer terror. He couldn’t get his mind around it. Usually, when he had visions, they were clear as day – both in how he saw and. His breathing got a little shallower as he got up the courage to say, Wow, Karen, you have the most amazing body I have ever seen on a woman. And your breasts are so full and round. May I? He started to reach out to grab my left breast and I motioned closer to him to let him know that it was more than okay with me. The feel of his masculine hand on my breast sent me over the top and all of the self control I had completely disappeared. I went right for his shirt and just started popping the. She ripped the quilt off me, I quickly covered myself up, realising that my t-shirt (the only thing I was wearing) had bunched up while I was asleep, providing no cover for my bare lower half."Come on, we're going to be late." She said, grabbing my arms and pulling me out of bed.I quickly pulled my T-Shirt down to cover myself again. I checked myself out in the full length mirror on my wardrobe door. I fixed my hair as quick as I could, it was still somewhat messy, but adequate. I checked out. He lifted the blackhood carefully over his permed gray hair and tied its ties in a neat bowensuring the turnback of the voluminous material was evenly arranged.Stepping confidently out of the room, his mack deliciously sussuratingover his satin skirts and petticoats with a harmonic rustle from thebloomers as he descended the stairs. He stopped by the front door to pickup the post and amongst the usual advertising rubbish was a letteraddressed to Mrs. Joanne Rushbury. Rushbury he knew was his.