” He smiled all innocent and kept looking at the floor “I’ve never brought anyone up here before. My dad hasn’t even been here since I was 11....�� “I can tell is means a lot to you.” I said moving over to him and wrapping my arms around his waist. We stood there just holding each other for about a minute. I looked around to all the books. Most were sciency or artsy. Letting go and walking over to the book shelf I picked up a book on quantum physics and sat down on the over size bean bag. “You. Yeeeooowwwww."She gushed a lot of juice all over my face while she was coming. She had hardly finished, when she slid down my body and impaled herself on my cock. To say she was wet and ready would be a gross understatement. The feeling of her cunt, moving up and down on my cock, was silky, slimy, hot, and terribly exciting. Especially when she told me to close my eyes and remember how she looked, when Henrik fucked her on the sofa.When she could feel I was getting very close, she stopped. Quite what he told his wife, she didn’t know, nor did she much care. She found the place easily enough, Mr Bryant waiting in the lane. The cottage lay alone just round a bend, hidden from the other houses. It was an overcast day, but Mr Bryant was unconscionably sunny, greeting Corinne with a smile quite unlike anything he ever produced at school. She had a sudden intimation that he was viewing her with the same kind of look he’d had when he’d viewed her on the internet, seen her spreading her. But I watched the towers fall in black and white, the devastation, the aftermath in black and white, it looked straight out of the forties. I wouldn?t have believed it if I hadn?t seen it in color a moment ago. I couldn?t believe it. I watched as the towers fell, again and again, in color, and in gothic black and white. It was amazing, it was incredible. It was awful. I realized and felt the horror of the twentieth century, the old war movies was suddenly true. Hitler?s wrath, the holocaust,.