But these things were of nature, and the marble road clearly was not; for nature abhors uniqueness. Animals come in pairs, rivers abound, and so do tr...es. But there is only one marble road. A perfect thing; a leftover from the time Gods had walked among men. Or even so, before men alltogether.What reason was there behind it? Why does it lead into the Widelands? What is it made of? Who build it? With what tools? They was the proper word because this must surely have been the work of thousands.. ” Then she saw the look on his face.Karen was unbuttoned past her boobs and her blouse was open enough to display half of her breasts to Ken. Her nipples were covered but Ken was still getting an eye full. Karen quickly looked up the stairs and did not see Taylor. She smiled at Ken and did not bother to cover herself. Let him look she thought. He was fucking her daughter so what was the big deal if he got to ogle her mom? She figured what the hell, she had fantasies about fucking him anyway.. ’ ‘The head injury?’ she asked. I shook my head. I heard the drummer, then the electric guitar. ‘Dance?’ I said. We walked into the other room where the band was playing. Hard rock. I wanted to hold her. That’s the trouble with modern dances. You don’t get to hold the girl. After about five minutes we sat down. Funny. I looked at her. I couldn’t figure myself out. I wasn’t thinking about laying this girl. I was thinking it would be just nice to talk to her. No, that wasn’t it. I was afraid to. I pulled my cock out and it still had cum all over it from the restaurant, I started to go and all of the sudden the door opens behind me and Andrea is there, she lock's it behind her and I said "What are you doing in here?" "My mom thinks I'm getting popcorn" she said, She stared making out with me while stroking my cock with her other hand, I said "Do you really wanna do this here? and she replied back with "Yes! haven't you been thinking of me all night?" Yes I said but in here? as I.