They all appeared to be gardeners, carrying sheers, rakes, hoes, and other implements as they tended to the grounds. The path, made of crushed gravel ...f a dozen separate hues, led to a circle driveway before the palace's entrance. I imagined a line of coaches arriving to bring the rich and powerful of Raratha to a ball hosted by the Doge, the ground lit by colorful lanterns. Even in the day, the porch impressed, the large roof held up by a dozen fluted columns. The doors leading in were twice. Hands still on his shoulders, she maneuvered her middle body toward the cap of his penis. Her gulping hole felt so huge that she thought anywhere they met she would simply swallow him. But inexperience caused her anus to bump the spongy head, which gave a rather nice little thrill, but she moved, pressured here and there until, wow, her inner lips squished on the fat knob, and by lowering an inch she had the pulsing thing squeezed into the mouth of her love hole."Baby!" Phil gasped. "Like honey. I set the bag and my purse near the door, and went to freshen up and change. I picked up a blue short outfit that had a matching top which required no bra. Combed my hair, applied some waterproof mascara, moisturizing sun-block, and lip gloss, as I didn’t want the sun's rays to burn my face. I looked out the front window and saw Mitch’s truck coming up the street. My whole body screamed, "Oh fuck, just what the doctor ordered for my broken heart." It didn’t take him long to park and walk up to. There is talk about making it into a movie. ‘Oh, that reminds me. You might like to know that her third novel will be coming out soon. She had it almost ready and I finished it up. The author will be listed as ‘Janelle Martin with John Wilson’. The dust cover will have a photo of the two of us. And a well known literary critic penned a short eulogy about her life. ‘Take a look at her picture again. Both of you could have been her sisters, there is such a resemblance.’ We agreed to meet later.