We settled for the Italian restaurant on the corner of the road, and we were sited in an alcove at the back. Neil took one look at the menu and hummed... "Only Lanson," he moaned when he saw the sole entry under Champagne."It's not right," I teased and looked at Zoe. "We come and every time we want a Mow-ah and Chandon, and we just have to make do with a Lanson."Neil shook his head. "A Pol Roger wouldn't go amiss," he said as he licked his lips. "And it's Mow-et not Maw-ah." I blinked, and he. A gentle breeze tumbles around my body – it does not know of the embers inside my heart refusing to die. My eyes seek the stars and moon above, admiring them, exulting in them. The full moon peeks out from the leaves of the tree under whose shade I lie, on whose trunk my back rests. The moon is quite vain of her beauty and not without cause – an ethereal aura that pervades without bias. But tonight the moon and the stars know that though my eyes admire them, it is not for them that I thirst.. That night our first living togther, Sissy said I haven't been honist with you Daddy I asked her what she ment she looked up at my me with a shy smile and said Im really a dirty little girl, I want to be given pain in my privet parts and have things pushed inside me I want you to hurt me and enjoy it and make you happy.Like what I asked, she began to list out all the the things she wanted me to do to her.First I want you to fuck my throat while you whip my little cunt, then I want you to stick. It was like a nightmare, unable to make it stop. The noise quietened to a low, deep rumble, and she turned to the sound of her door opening. Her flatmate was standing there, his face showing a look of concern in the moonlight. He too was covered with sweat, his boxers sticking to his body. “Jesus, Alex! Are you alright?” The heat and fear were too much for Alex as she started to sob, her hands once again covering her ears as the thunder began to get louder once more. She felt him sit down on.