Say anything."Muh," I gasped, swallowing hard, "My name is Harry Watts and I'm eighteen years old!"The girl tilted her head to the side slightly and n...dded."I know," she replied softly, "I know."Then she reached forward with her right hand and cupped my left cheek which she stroked with her thumb as her blue eyes searched my face."I don't understand," I said to her.The girl lowered her hand. "You will. One day. Everything will make sense. Just know that everything happening to you is for a. It was just like Olivia had pictured it. The Lion's Mouth sat like an old, squat codger awaiting another hand of poker. The old carriage inn was straight out of a Dickens novel, with its thick thatched roof and yellowed stucco sides and mullioned windows set deep within its timber-trussed walls. The old oaks and hornbeams that embraced the inn had already shed their leafs, their black skeletal limbs clutching at the drizzly late afternoon sky. It was just what she had fantasized and feared. Yet, with great power comes great danger, everyone wants to be at the top. When the first woman president, President Aurora Dean, was elected, women quickly made leaps and bounds in society. Before men knew it, women were their equals in almost every way. Fortunately, because President Dean's policies were indiscriminate and wisely prevented women from achieving supremacy, men quickly accepted the new normal.President Dean was beloved by the American people for her beauty and intelligence.. That urge was in my pants so I shut the curtains in the lounge and put the DVD on. I looked for my favourite dirty film and pressed start. With that I put on my head phones and stripped to my socks and stood in front of the TV watching and wanking. I was at it about 15 minutes when I suddenly felt a hand on my bottom. I glanced quickly and saw the blonde head of my wife. Her hands went quickly to my hard on and gently began pulling my foreskin back and forth. Estacy, what could a man want.