"I thought Ned was the poet," said Lernea with a puzzled voice and a childish frown. Ned was sincere in what he thought was an apology:"I hate to disa...point, but I do not do free verse." Well, Svarna be my guide, there's hope for our ears yet," replied Parcifal in an utterly disenchanted manner. Ned was beginning to realise his talents were being judged too harshly, all too unfairly."You keep making these remarks about my singing." I thought you'd never notice. Frankly, I'd prefer you kept. She was talking to Gina when I got back to her so without interrupting them, I handed her the glass and moved to step away but she restrained me by putting her hand on my shoulder although her eyes never left Gina as she did so. There was something peremptory about the gesture and I had a moment’s sense of indignation which passed as her hand made a sort of gentle caress of my shoulder. Gina touched my arm. ‘Don’t you think Lana would love the players?’ ‘I think the players will love her.’ Lana. A week or so passed without incident, when, one evening I was home with her watching TV. She jumped onto my lap ( she’s quite petite) and started squirming around. In seconds my cock was rock solid and throbbing, an effect she knew her butt would have. I said “ Babe, that’s making me hard, be careful or you’ll wake the monster” to which she replied “ that was the general idea Dad, I want to play with him” She then took him out and after a few exploratory strokes to my shock and amazement she. Her dark, chestnut hair was still sleep tousled and he liked that she hadn’t tried to put on a false front. She wore an old flannel shirt underneath faded bib overalls. The clothes fit her personality — country comfortable. Her magazine fell to the side. ‘Why are you staring at me, Holder?’ His eyes traveled down to her feet, covered by fuzzy brown dog-faced slippers. ‘You look nice in the morning,’ he said, smiling broadly. Her cheeks colored a little. ‘Get your eyes checked when you get.