Your jeans outlined your body nicely. Your blouse offered a hint of what was hidden beneath, but concealed you well at the same time. Once at the door... you turned around and asked me again if this was a problem. I smiled and told you the only way it would be a problem would be if she said I could not come any further. With that, you unlocked the door and walked inside and I slowly followed, enjoying the view as I did. Once inside, you introduced me to your husband Danny and I quickly extended. ‘O namenlose Freude’ they sing, ‘O nameless joy.’ And for Harry, the big O was precisely the nameless joy he was about to experience. He had delayed it as long as he could, proudly conscious of the way he had learned to sustain the rigidity of his cock. Now the tingling sensation on the underside of his knob couldn’t be denied any longer. She’d been good, giving him anything he wanted, and he’d wanted a lot. But he was no longer in control. An unforeseen clap of thunder, the insistent ring of. I was so fucking horny, so turned on, and I wanted Brandy so goddamn bad. But I wanted to make sure she knew it wasn't just sex."No. It's you. I mean, sure, a guy is gonna get hard if he's going to have sex. But physically, Jesus, you do something to me that I haven't felt in years. I've had sex with others. Even while married. I won't lie. I'm not sure if you know that. But seriously, you just do it differently. You get me going in a way I've never gotten worked up before. It's pretty damn. Certainly they would keep her alert through the night if not a little frustrated by the sunrise. The minutes ticked on as she started to lose herself in the fiction, the time marked by the moon moving in the sky through the darkened window, alone in a single pool of light in the cosy little hospital lounge. Unwittingly she nodded off, the book dropping from her grip to the floor and thoughts of princes and princesses, slaves and playthings, drifting through her sleeping mind. She didn't know.