The strumming in my soul is powerful, strident, and evocative of my youth.Blessed be the ethereal beings who beget you for me. Transcendent, immortal,...assured, I bathe in your spirit and I am reborn.”oo00ooI crafted those words in my diary the evening of the day I first saw you. It was a Friday business meeting; November in Minneapolis. We connected the moment our eyes met. My throat constricted, my breath labored, I longed to whisper your name in your ear and tell you I adored you. I couldn’t.. It was in the past...And this girl...she seemed to know best.“My name’s Lucy, in case you forgot!” the girl said. Was she reading my mind? How did she know that I didn’t know her name?“Oh, silly Babe! We’ve been through this before! I can read you like an open book! Don’t worry about it,” with a hard slap on my ass, “I’ll always be there for you.” She pulled my body into hers, my nose stuffed into her bra. It was a dizzying aroma, the scent of another woman. Almost intoxicating.She pulled me. ”When the girls came out of the bathroom they had put on new makeup and were just wearing their slips. Both of them had taken off their bras.... I walked Carol to one the beds and laid her on her back... her slip fell down her thighs when I raised her legs. Her panties wet from thigh to thigh... I was going in to taste that fury pussy. She reached down and pulled her panties to one side and put me face to cunt with her carpet from heaven. I pushed my nose into her crack and let the smell of. He got up and went through his routine, ending up in the kitchen eating a huge pile of pancakes she'd kept warm in the oven, along with a side of sausage links. While he was eating, he noticed she seemed agitated."What's up, sweetie?" he asked around a mouthful of pancake."I need go out and do a full scan of my territory. I need to be sure I chased him off and that he's not hiding somewhere, biding his time." Okay," he replied after swallowing some coffee. "I can see that. You seem upset. Are.