She was saying nothing in particular, just sounds that were probably words in the ancient tongue she spoke in her sleep when her spirit was where wome... like Taylor always went at night. A place where grasses were tall and winds were hot, and men chased and caught, and held and kissed and loved long into the night, dripping sweat, and mixing fluids that sometimes brought life, but always rained pleasure.I rolled over onto her, my hard cock pressed into the crack of her ass. My weight was. On the tour of the Far East, Tariq had always mentioned Vasilla as his favorite, and Khozem mused that Vasilla must have consistently reaffirmed his father’s own beliefs and values, hence lacking a mind and individuality of his own, almost like remaining invisible. Likeable characters are usually invisible, he thought. His father told him that Vasilla would always remain loyal no matter how preposterous the request or instruction, and that such a loyalty could not be found in anyone else.. “Hey Josh, what were you thinking about when you were stroking that magnificent cock of yours? Were you thinking of your sexy grandmother? I bet you were.”I watched as she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. She pulled it off, revealing her amazing breasts. There was little to no sag in them and her nipples jutted out. She was amazing, and she knew it.She pulled the bedcovers off me and lay down next to me. Her hand wrapped around my cock and she started to jerk me off. It felt. Jenna recognized the name. It was the same one she had seen at the office entrance. Jason’s psychiatrist had painted this scene. Jenna took greater interest in the art piece. It portrayed a crowded square, with cobbled streets and old buildings in the backdrop. Jenna thought it must be an old european city — Italy, perhaps. No, Spain. There were dozens of people in the square, men and women. Most were dressed in elaborate, colorful costumes. All were dancing and laughing. Some wore decorative.