She keeps remembering the Peggy Lee song her father would play when she was growing up, "Is That All There Is?" She asks herself, "Is a 'perfect' life...all there is? What is an imperfect life like? Is it more to life being a risk taker than a mother and wife in a secure loving family?" These are the things she thinks about when she struggles with the same routines day in and day out. One more thing tugs at Sandy's consciousness. Sandy found herself wanting sex more and more often after her. She wanted as much of the attention on herself and not on her emotionally volatile friend who had just caused a massive scene. “So Theodore, “ she said, regaining her bubbly demeanour. “What section would you like to take?” Bouncing slightly and tilted her head to the side she tried to exude as much ‘cute’ as possible. Mihara had always been complimented on how sexy her look was. Half Japanese with alabaster skin and the most stunning upturned eyes. A cat ear headband always adorned her head. The drapes, like in the tunnel, hid any other doors or passages from the main hall. There was no way someone would put together such a wondrous underground space without something else to go with it. However, the drapes were complete in hiding those other portals.My gaze finally settled on the center of the room, the main feature of our visit. There were four large chairs. I immediately thought "thrones" because of the elaborate decorations carved into the legs, arms, uprights and on the backs.. She felt like Heaven on my dick. I was already a well-satisfied man from the delights of my harem, which had only grown from the couple and ex-girlfriend who helped begin it, but this only added to my joy. I continued to pump inside the stranger for several minutes, sweating as I tried to hold back. It was a hopeless fight, especially when she tightened up on me and heated things up even more. At last, I spilled my spunk inside the unknown woman’s ... brown pussy, which I now noticed as I.