"Thirty-three years ago " he added in wonderment. "So long ago..." Indeed," was Sam's only comment.Sven turned the pages slowly taking in the unfoldin... story. Sam put the steaming mug down in front of him and pulled another chair close so she could look at things with him. She cuddled into his side, as they laughed at this photo, pointed out that cutting, lost in the memory of the times they had sung and performed together as a trio.At one point as Sam leaned in Sven turned towards her to say. He met Allison at his boss’s birthday party. Allison was a beauty. Allison? No, that wasn’t her name. ADDison. That was it. Good god what kind of name was that. What happened to Mary and Linda? He would even take a Tiffany now and then. But all the Madison, Taylor, Dakota, Kristen, Tristen, Kirsten, Kirsty crap made him feel old. At 42 Peter was far from decrepit, but he had less and less to talk about with the bevy of beauties he usually surrounded himself with. He kept himself extremely fit. He inhaled and a look of estacy came on his face. He removed my pantiesand kissed my pussy. He began to lick it like it was candy that he wanted to last for as many licks as possible. You know, slow gentle licks. God he could make me hot!"I do not have the desire for that. I need to pee! I told you that.If you do not place your mouth in its desired position, I will piss all over your face because you are my slave, I own you and can do anything to you I want as long as we both shall live. Right. Autumn was upon the world, the days growing colder and colder, the weather fouler and fouler.Rain lashed the windows of the inn as Thyrna purred, “Not much. Just enough to whet our appetites. I found a fat merchant sailing from Thaville.”I shivered and shrugged out of my robes. I set them, carefully, on a chest of drawers, the pockets jiggling with all the magical paraphernalia I carried on me. I slid my hands up my body to my round breasts, fingering my nipples.“Let’s get this over with,” I.