" Alice hadalmost put her foot down about going to a spa. "But why are we on aspace station."Nadine turned and smiled at the Spiritual Detective. The ...air hadactually gone to a different dimension for each experience. "For dinnerof course, there is a little old world bistro that I have eaten at a fewtimes. It's very nice and a popular place for station personnel andtravelers to go for a nice dinner." If you say so." Alice was a little worried about all of the glances andlooks the two were. I wanted very much for us to share our first official orgasm, and the thin, wailing moan coming from my sisters writhing mouth made me pretty sure we could do it. She suddenly wrapped her legs around my waist again and clung frantically to my arms and shoulders, as if she were about to fall off a cliff. Her shuttering, gasping climax might indeed have thrown her off the bed, except that she triggered my own orgasm. My paroxysms continued for half a minute and she jerked and trembled again with. .. it tasted pretty good. If the smell was pleasant? Eww!Back to coffee. If anyone figures out how to make coffee taste as good as it smells? I understand the Germans are working on it.But breakfast? I suppose it was my fault. It started in Michigan. Mom was sick and I was being helpful ... she ate it. I don’t know how ... I wouldn’t. She did. When she recovered ... which I think the breakfast had a lot to do with ... she called all us kids in the kitchen and said, “You need to learn to cook. I. ! Juicy Jenny still has to bend and break a few 'twigs' though: birching by the twigs she self-plucked or public peeJuicy Jenny still has double or triple her age to mature and enrichen in erotic experience, fast forward to Prof. P:----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Professor Poet Peter is a grey-haired hippie and elderly gentleman of enormous erotic experience as an AuthorProfessor.