Our father still preserves his voice, and when he sees a star, he often sings-- to that original guitar.--.--.The pot in which our parents took the ho...ey in their boat, but all the money has been spent, beside the £5 note.The owls who come and bring us news are often --because we take no interest in politix of the day.Edward Lear, 1812-1888 — Unfinished Sequel to "Owl and the Pussycat"Published Posthumously, 1938From "The Faber Book of Nonsense Verse" — Edited by Geoffrey GrigsonFirst published. In the kitchen, with a few minutes to myself, I pondered again on that terrible night when Gail ran out of my house swearing never to see me again. She’d called me names, even said I needed help. In the depths of my reminiscing, I felt hands on my waist and heard the sexiest voice say, “Come fuck me, baby.”As I began to turn, Gail untied my robe and, as it slithered to the floor, she took a pace backward. A gorgeous angel with an hour-glass figure stood in front of me, nipples standing proudly. A moan of frustration brought me back as I licked my lips and moved in on her sweaty, sweet pussy. As soon as she felt my lips on her swollen pussy lips she wrapped her legs around my neck. Pulling me further into her soft pussy, I thought mmmm ... mmmm as the taste of her sweet pussy floods my mouth. What else should I expect from a goddess, but, sweet nectar dripping from her sex pot?Her heavenly moans became more intense as my tongue caressed her hot love button. Her nectar flowed into my. ' She said, followed by a loud smack. I just smiled and shook my head.Just one of those mornings.I got the sheet for the bottom sorted out and threw it over the just flipped mattress and then the top sheet. Mark helped smooth out the top sheet and I got the spread and as I was about to throw it on the bed when a little tinkle of glass on the wood floor told me that might not be such a good idea quite yet. So I just took it and told Mark to grab the waste paper basket and follow me and led the.