Vicky only nibbles at her food. Simon will be the MC today, and he outlines the plan. Nothing will happen until the evening. Just like yesterday, the ...ictim will get everything ready. Vicky will choose the whips and dildos that will be used on her. She will also get the coals ready; the irons, she prepared those herself over the past week.The morning passes lazily. It is a nice, crisp November day outside, and the boys take advantage of it to go on a bike ride. We are left to our own devices. I. Her hand wanted to perpetuate its earlier mirrored activities beneath the hot water especially, but she was already running fifteen minutes late and could not afford the luxury of any further digital stopovers. Besides, sitting on the school bus with a wet pussy was not conducive to the educational process leastways not as far as the school curriculum was concerned. It was a normal school-day in the upshot. Two spot tests no-one was expecting, a detention for painting her nails in class and. "Where we are, weknow well that humans can be evil. Sometimes without even knowing it.Men such as John Ericsson who gave my clan our dwelling. Like the man inthe East who is willing to travel to build such shelters for any withinrange of his company."The daughter of one who has joined us in East Texas writes books as hermother did to speak to those who can see us, or wish they could. Amonghumans there are a number to whom we are just stories. But to others weare a beacon of life and light, and. Through the fog and the mist of the dream, she came closer, her breasts full, her hands tracing the outlines of her body. Our mouths met in the mist, tongues exploring, softly, deeply, lips touching, bodies caressing. Two souls exploring, mingling, becoming one. Her hands caress as do mine, at once gentle and firm. Offering and taking, on a cloud of mist, we join together, coupling, fusing, entering. We dance as one. Our sleepy breathing increases. Chests heave softly in sleep, bodies move in.