As for our harps, we hanged them up upon the trees that are therein. For they that led us away captive, required of us then a song, and melody in our ...eaviness: Sing us one of the songs of Zion. How shall we sing the Lord’s song in a strange land? If I forget thee O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning. If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth; yea, if I prefer not Jerusalem above my chief joy’.” When it was time for Hans to leave the farm house. They flashed on and off, dancing against a field of green. One bright light shone at the top of that green.It was a TREE! A CHRISTMAS tree. With that realization came full awareness, awareness that included the soft body pressed against his side.He looked at that body. His wife Lisa's face smiled up at him. His arm around her shoulders tightened automatically and he crushed her to him, kissing her.She kissed back. He drank those kisses in like a thirsty man would drink down cold water. He. It had been Monday morning when it all kicked off. Dave's next door neighbours had left the day before for a month's holiday abroad as they did every year at this time in the summer. This was always a red letter day in Dave's calendar. Not that he disliked his neighbours- in fact he had always got on with them well. But their departure gave him a chance to indulge in one of his favourite pleasures, something which he found deeply satisfying and highly erotic. It allowed him to work outdoors. Being a bit brazen and knowing it was dark enough that no one could really see me outside; I usually took my blouse off and let the wind blow across my breasts as I peeked in the windows. Somehow, this excited me, exposing myself as I stepped from shadow to shadow. My nipples stiffened as I touched them and my crotch was always afire when my fingers diddled my pussy.This started out as a typical trash night, the windows and lights blinked enticingly as I walked. I knew everyone on the block,.
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