Shifting my feet was OK, but moving my hand was tough. I eventually settled on repositioning my feet far apart, for greater stability, before releasin... my hand. I could then use my, now stronger abdominals to hold me close to the ceiling. I also hooked my handless arm around the front leg to hold some of my weight, I could then move my hand forward grip and then move my legs up. This was not exactly the most efficient way of crossing the ceiling, but it did work. Eventually I got to the shaft,. ..”“Look, when the divorce was final, all I had to do was make sure Terri had everything she needed, and I fixed this place up in between projects. This is the result.” I looked at Tina. “What was I supposed to do? Chase women? Look what I caught without trying.”She popped me on the arm.“Indeed.”“I think he did good,” Terri said. “Can’t imagine better.”We went back into the house, stopped at the table. Tina picked up one of the one-ounce gold rounds. “Pretty.”“And gold,” I said. “Not the best. Apart from other things I also found a hump of books, diaries, and notes in the treasure which contained classic, Age-old, Erotic books, Novels, and Magazines probably collected by my Ancestors. They are all timeless and precious. They are a must-read for all erotica lovers.2. The Original Authors of these Stories/Letters or Articles are long dead or Anonymous.3. Out of the aforesaid collection, presenting an amazing account which was first published 1874, of a sexually omnivorous photographer. I had a sink full of dirty dishes, laundry piled in a corner and I hadn’t freshened up the bachelor pad since the Saturday night binge drinking poker party with five of my old college buddies and some of the sales staff team from work.“My place is a wreck,” I argued.“I’m not going to check out your place,” Olivia shot back, pushing my hand slightly upwards on her bare thigh, and past the raised hemline of her miniskirt.Rut-row.“OK,” I said, acquiescing to the obviousness. I yanked on the.