Again the expectation was pure white, pure gold something ethereal and otherworldly, so the overcast pall with the brownish hue was startling and comf...rting all at the same time. ‘Michael,’ a single word, spoken with the tone, inflection and depth that could only come from one person. ‘Sasha,’ Michael sighed. ‘It’s not time yet my love,’ Sasha’s voice said from somewhere beyond Michael’s perception, ‘you know you have a destiny, something that will complete you, when that is done we will be. As Andre lay back on his side of the bed, she began wondering why she suddenly possessed so little interest in him sexually especially since she had just experienced the ultimate pleasure for the first time in her life. Why wouldn't she wish to share her body with her husband, to re-experience such delicious and decadent satisfaction? Could it be because the source of that pleasure had been Count Ragonian and not Andre? Surely not, yet it was at the moment the count entered the room that she. She knew that this was a start. Cheyenne began rubbing his arm gently. He moved his arm and placed it softly on her right thigh and left it there as he continued to kiss her hand, her wrist, her fingers. She spread her legs just a bit, letting him know that she wanted him to touch her higher. As she opened her legs just a bit, a bit of cold air wafted inside her shorts, making her then want Dave to warm her up now. Dave noticed her slightly parted legs and began rubbing her thigh. – She said, looking straight to my unmistakable erect penis. – Come with me I want to show you something. -She guided me to her room and I started to sweat thinking a thousand possible things. We entered the door and I could not help to give a glimpse to that bed and I couldn’t help noticing that the sheets were replaced. She turned around and told me. – Don’t you notice anything, Mark –- No. – I replied a little anxiously.- I would like to sit on my bed please. –- Wwhy. – My voice was a little.