What other man, apart from him and Umberth had dared walk the marble road unto its terribly unknown end? What other man had lived long enough to tell ...he tale, only to be hunted down as a heretic, a blasphemer? Would his own end be as tragic and miserable?He grinned wickedly at these thoughts for they were immediately followed by the echo of his resolutions: He wouldn't perish neither in the Widelands. Nor would he be torn by the hands of a fanatical mob or made to disappear by the ever. They went back into the hall and further into the apartment. In thestairwell was a series of very striking large abstract paintings inmainly blues and whites. They were suggestive of the sea and the sky,and complimented the sun and sky visible through the glass roofopposite, over the room below.On the right as they went further on was a large guest cloakroom andbathroom. A flat television screen was in here as well, set right intothe marble tiles.They reached the dining room with its own glass. He desperately tried to suppress the emotions that threatened to overwhelm him. It was ridiculous to even consider that a girl like her could ever look on him as anything other than a friend, but her friendship he valued.Robert had just returned from his morning run, noticing Archie’s Land Rover parked be side of the road. On entering the house, he heard laughter coming from the kitchen. It stopped suddenly when they saw him. “What’s the joke?” Robert asked.“Hock, we was just discussing the hay. She was getting it from my big cock man. She was thrashing around and screaming out all kinds of trashy shit. I wanted to taste her. I wanted to feel his cock in my cunt. It is my turn now."I want to fucking eat her pussy as you fuck her ass baby!" I shouted. He looked a little stunned but he was all for it. He quickly came over to me and untied me from the chair. I told Lena to sit on my face. I wanted to taste her sweet young pussy. It was so juicy from fucking Mike's cock. I dug my tongue.