"Simon straightened up. "I've read it all, but it makes no sense to me.It's not Greek. Maybe some words are vaguely familiar but I don't know." Maybe ...t's the old Genorian language? Well, leave it there. Let's lookaround more." They moved out into the main room, grinning again at thelewd pictures on the walls, and snickering at the representations of thecouples. "No wonder it's been covered over," Simon said. "The priestswould have a fit at that lot."Sven bent down for another look at the two. It had to be the U.S., because one of the few things Spook couldn't arrange for us was passports. Passport applications are reviewed by real live human beings, not just filtered through computers, and for women they require maiden names, and in that cloistered environment "Lisa Anne Wentworth" was almost sure to set off alarms.But Hawaii did it nicely; we booked into an A-list resort on the big island, and had a great time alternately exploring its resources and retiring to our suite to make. “Tell we when you are going to cum,” she whispered and jerked his cock quicker. Her breasts bounced and swayed as her fist became a blur on his cock. Fred reached around her and put a hand on the back of her head and pushed her towards his red slick cock.“NOT tonight,” Ruth said in a stern tone, “if you insist you can finish on your own.”He removed his hand and grabbed her nipple between his fingers as she kept jerking his cock. Then just like this morning he let his cum fly. It arced up and. Ray was hoping that the break they had from the hot weather had cooled the pond water enough to where the fish had risen from the cool deep waters and were closer to the surface. This pond was said to have a depth of twenty two feet. Even if the fishing wasn’t good he still enjoyed sitting and looking at the scenery.Exiting his car Ray took his fishing rod, folding chair, small tackle box and walked to the edge of the pond. He opened his folding chair to put it in the shade of a large tree. His.