~Months went on and Autumn turned to Winter but still every day, John would sit at the window across from the main entrance to The Metropolis Daily Pl...net. He was working on a planned fantasy trilogy but right now he was sat with his fingers poised and hovering over the keyboard of his laptop. John would make his way to this particular coffee shop on a daily basis and spend hours writing or watching and waiting, not because it was a particularly good coffee house or because it was the only one. Batschka unfastened the remaining buttons of Yana's imported blouse, made in garment district of Warsaw, and caressed the smooth curve of her breast.But Yana said nothing and continued to stare into the void.Batschka removed her blouse and sucked her nipple into his mouth, teasing the hard, pink berry with his tongue.But Yana said nothing and continued to stare into the void.Batschka tugged the zipper of her imported leather skirt, made in slaughterhouse district of East Berlin, the remainder. She busted out laughing all over again and I ended up joining in. Before long, everyone had a laugh at my expense. I didn't hear the others, though. I was listening only to the sound of Patrice's laugh.I never tried that trick again. I was sure we were both being watched very closely. Later in the afternoon, Bill pulled his canoe to the shore at a clearing under some trees. I looked around and started herding the kids to shore. While we were unloading, Patrice grabbed my arm when there was no. When he didn't reply she rose up a little and slapped his face hard several times. "Kiss me you fuckin' bastard" she said and this time when she bent down, Joe returned her kisses. It look so passionate, my husband kissing a black girl who wasn't related to us in any way. I watched as they traded tongues, Joe sucking on her tongue like a cock and then her returning the favor. Meanwhile she had reached down and finding Joe's cock, now began to stroke it until it got rock hard. When she stopped,.