“Next time, you’ll be careful...”Yamamoto boasts of his exquisite artistic taste and culture. He can decipher Egyptian hieroglyphics and cuneifo...m writing, he understands Sanskrit, he can read classical Greek and Latin, and he is an informed and well-known music lover. But his favorite art is dancing. Laura was a famous dancer and she worked for one of the most famous Parisian companies. Born in Seville, she had grace and rhythm in her blood. Yamamoto acquired her for her talent and often. I took my organ and caressed all parts of her body with it.The feeling was greatest when I rubbed it on her lips. The pure white beauty was writhing under me, her soft hands always caressing my dick. All of a sudden she took my dick and put it in her hole. I gently pushed it further. My happiness knew no bounds as my organ was piercing the vagina of my dream beauty. My movements became rapid and she was screaming and hissing, occasionally biting on my neck and lips.I put her legs on my shoulder. By the time we had finished our meal, I was in a heat wave. My balls felt like I could shoot a gallon and needed to get some relief. Mom was going back to Dusty’s and Bonnie and I were going out there Sunday to be with them and make some plans for our future. Bonnie and I were happy this was working out too.Bonnie and Kalita were talking and I saw them looking at each others clothes.The two of them were huddled up with Brandy, Yo, and Jacqi until we all started to leave. Billie hadn’t left. I find myself in a room. It's her room; the mysterious friend I occasionally speak to. The room in itself somehow has very little detail in my imagination but on the one side a large comfortable leather chair sits waiting for her. This dark leather chair can tell stories I am sure. If only I could talk to it I may fathom the secret desires living inside the occupant of the chair. In this room it is always night and the moonlight washes into the room and fires up the imagination with.