Direct. Insightful. It was in the 1901 Christmas supplement. I missed his play last May, “Pandora’s Box.” But I read about the scandal. But wait...that wasn’t Schnitzler! That was Wedekind. But Kraus was involved in the production. And I’m sleepy.Johann was at it with his master again ... still? But the Saint Margaret put to sea, chugging south and west along the Brazilian coast, past Sao Paulo, past Porto Alegre, the lookout crying loudly as he sighted El Faro del Cabo Santa Maria a week later,. “Thought you might enjoy some of the local chocolate.” “Oh wow.” She accepted the present eagerly. “That’s so thoughtful. Thank you very much.” “They’re not quite Belgian,” he knew she loved European chocolate, “but I’m assured they’re pretty nice.” He knew lots about her, their easy conversations ranged far wider than the piano lessons Greg paid for. He also delighted in the wonderful aroma that met him every time he walked into Jen’s home. Her perfume: Opium. Far from. “I meant, right now.”Amanda smiled at me as she slid her thumbs under the waistband of her panties. “What? We’re all having fun right?” she grinned as she pushed her panties down to the floor.I was in shock. I had expected fall out… Repercussions. Consequences. “Yeah.” I moaned.Amanda stepped out of the panties bunched around her feet and threw herself forward onto the bed. She got to her knees on my right side, completely naked and leaned into my face and kissed me gently. I felt her fingers. I asked her to stand with me and took her pants off to reveal a black thong. She took my jeans off and began stroking me through my boxers. Her hubby was stroking and was very hairy. I took my boxers off and she got to see all 8'' of me. She made light of the situation by saying she wasn't sure if she could take it as she wasn't used to anything bigger than her husband as they didn't mess with other people before either. I told her that it would be okay, that I've never had any complaints with.