"That's Hilda. She sent me the magazine," I said, surprised that I had missed the article while looking for the ideal dress for Kelley."You know her? ...he's beautiful," she said, pointing to a small photograph of Hilda."I'm a friend of her cousin. They're almost identical," I said, taking a closer look at the photo and agreeing with Sheri. Hilda, like Trisha, was indeed beautiful.Eventually, I was able to steer Sheri to the page showing the dress I had in mind for Kelley and then I produced the. ”“You are perfect, Lady Jennifer!” Aleah moaned and kissed her.“I'm glad you're here, Lady Regina,” Havva moaned, still bound. She seemed content to stay like that forever, as patient as the fertile earth.“Me, too,” I said, my dick throbbing in Tania's bobbing mouth. As Regina's blonde hair flew around her smiling face, my dick throbbed. Tania brought me closer and closer to erupting into her. Into spurting my cum over and over into her mouth. The pleasure would surge through me. Out of me.My. ‘Let’s go,’ I said and we departed in my rattletrap to take her home. ‘Did we? Last night, I mean.’ she asked as we drove. ‘No,’ I said. ‘Was I a mess?’ she asked. ‘Yes,’ I said. ‘Thanks,’ she said as I drove off. Back at the apartment I returned to my usual routine and felt quite good. I had helped another person. The better I felt about that, the more guilty I began to feel for the terse way I had treated her. ‘Bambi Lynn Smith’, ‘I’m sorry,’ I thought. Well, she was out of my life. . . .or. No extra-time or after parties,just a head-spinning rattlefrom itching frustrationto breathless incredulityat the pace of it allSo please, by all meanssaunter, dance, crawl, or wriggleas the situation demands,although sometimes you’ll still kvetchat slow walking goons in the supermarketand want to crack the back of their headsand educate them about trolley etiquetteand getting the heck out of yourimportant wayTry to love pastoral pauses,either in your mind’s green eyeor if lucky, in a gladeas.