I was scarcely old enough to know what love was, but that afternoon I desperately wanted to be an odalisque, locked in the Seraglio and guarded by Eun...chs, a prisoner of love, the plaything of some Sultan or Pasha. That night as I lay in bed in my Wincyette nightie, I imagined myself waiting with the other concubines in filmy, revealing silks, hoping to win the favour of the Sultan. In my fantasy we were paraded before him and I must have stared too directly instead of keeping my eyes averted.. I swooned slightly into herand found myself hanging on to her shoulders helplessly as my body wasinvaded. My legs, tense because I had raised onto my toes to enablebetter access to my body, began to judder as her finger probed deeper,still pressing and then relaxing, now also being gently bent pressing against the wall of my ass.Her other hand was behind my head, pushing it into her and controllingit as she shifted my head this way and that to let her tongue exploreme.Abruptly she broke off the. There wasn’t a grass lawn in sight. The streets were still dirt rather than paved and cars were parked along their length in a crooked line. The people who were out and about wore plain clothes - jeans and shirts. The overall appearance of the town hadn’t changed since he was a kid.Dan followed Ed and looked over the town. In the short time that he’d lived there, he had come to love the quiet little town. It was a home that he had never known until he moved here. In a quiet voice, Dan said, “I. I went outside and smoked a bowl and came back, calmer. Definitely higher.Rachel looked sexy when I came in. She was laying there, playing with her hair, Roger was sitting on the side of the bed. I walked in and started taking my clothes off. One by one, each article fell to the floor until I was standing there in nothing but a smile.I went over to Rachel and straddled her tan body and leaned over, my breasts falling on top of hers. I tilted her head back and started to kiss her. She was a.