It marked a year of his prowling the streets of thecity looking for that someone who'd gone without; who was vulnerable andperhaps just a little na?ve... He sighed heavily as he waited in the alley next to her building. He knewshe would come. He'd been watching her for a long time. He knew herroutine. She would be returning from work soon; very soon. He wasn't aparticularly handsome man; he was slight of build, but possessed a wirystrength that deceived past partners. He had dark brown hair that. I was entranced by her dance and also the sheer eroticism of it. I think I will remember her dance whenever I hear the song she was dancing to. I had a good view, being a bit on the tall side. I felt someone grab my arm and heard Angie. I didn’t look at her, I couldn’t take my eyes from the dancer.“She’s who I wanted you to see, isn’t she un-fucking-believable?”I could only nod. If I had looked at Angie, I would have known there was something set-up, but as I said, I couldn’t tear my eyes away.. She invited him into the portal between her wide open thighs. He entered without knocking. Strokes deep, strokes shallow, strokes rapid and strokes abated set the rhythm. The sex went on for a long time but eventually, the sensations of Ned’s cock scrapping Quinella’s spongy tunnel walls led both lovers to swoon simultaneously. Following crisp drawn-out cries, they collapsed motionless to the mattress. Quinella rubbed Ned’s back and motioned his dismount. ‘I’m feeling sleepier now. Thanks.’. Apparently the plant had grown considerably by then and he listed the penetrating tentacle as one and a quarter inches in diameter.He wrote. 'I have instructed Mrs Ling (his house maid) to feed the vine on a daily basis. She objected since she feels the plant is not one of God's creatures, but I persuades her. She now feeds the vine daily, she objects each time she does it but I pay her enough so I really don't care. I'm very sure the plant appreciates her ministrations even if she doesn't.'I.