Doris Lessing and Vargas Llosa.”“And I can’t recall the names of the recent ones, except for Bob Dylan last year. And that was silly.”“And t...ey managed to overlook Tolstoy, Ibsen, Strindberg, Zola, Proust, Brecht, Hardy, Henry James, Mark Twain, Joseph Conrad, James Joyce, Virginia Woolf and W.H. Auden.”“And Chekhov and Robert Frost and Kafka.”“Really weird the way those things work.”“Anyway, should I phone your dad?”“Yes, please. I’m sure he’s in his office.”A few minutes later, Rachel. Shingles were ripped away and there was visible water damage. Kara breathed a sigh of relief, the night before was the scariest thing of her young life. Cain now rolling down his sleeves and wiping the beads of sweat off his brow walked over to Kara. His chest was heavy, visibly you could see the strain as he took in deep breathes. ‘I am so happy you’re awake, Kara.’Cain said as he shoved his red rag into his pants pocket.’I didn’t want to wake you. I know you, I mean we had an eventful night. ” He said as he pulled the digital clock towards him. “It’s only 6:45 get some more sleep.” He said as he tapped my side of the bed. “I’m not tired.” “Well, close the drapes then.” I bit my lip and closed the drapes most of the way. He closed his eyes, ready to drift off to sleep again. I crawled in bed next to him and reached under the covers, touching his cock. His eyes opened quickly. “What are you doing?” He asked. “What does it feel like?” “You’re touching my dick.” “Are you. They have coffee and an array of hot snacks. If you fuck as good as you suck you can ask what you like". She was still smiling as he rode off, his dark thoughts were now replaced with the pleasant memory of his cock disappearing down her throat and the thought of ramming his cock up what he hoped would be a very hairy cunt.He had no idea of what his wife Alice had planned for when he arrive home he found her all dressed up, he didn't get the chance to ask why when she told him. "I have been.