"Anything else, Miss Party Pooper?" No daring drinks. I have to drive back home." You could always stay here," Shirley suggested, looking at me for co...firmation. I nodded."I don't have a change of clothes for tomorrow, and I have a couple of meetings tomorrow at work."Shirley suggested, "We could go back and get our things. I did it Sunday, remember?"Wendy nodded. "We also need to get your car from work."It was my turn to make a suggestion. "How about if I drive with you, and pick you guys up. I tidied up my makeup a bit and then gently slid back under the covers and spooned against my black lover; pressing my swollen and aching nipples against his hard back. The move had the desired effect, because Jerome rolled over, grabbed me by my boobs and we both rolled and he pulled me into a spooning position. Sighing contentedly, Jerome drifted back into slumber again very quickly.A while later I was awakened by the hard knob of Jerome’s cock rubbing up and down between my round ass cheeks,. "You are good," he say admirably."Are you good?" I counter back."That remains to be seen," he salutes me with the sword again.This time I take the offensive. I dance at him, sword whirling. He blocks my first downward swing that would have spit his head in two if it impacted. I make a few more strikes. Head, neck, torso. He blocks all of them."I believe I will call you good as well," I grin back at him.This is when the real fight commences. We block and repose. We clash swords. Neither landing. He wondered if others were born into bondage far across them in the same manner that his child was born to freedom. His awareness looked into the void of the shining paths. He picked one and followed it away. Oldman’s voice, lost in the distance, spoke from the paths of somewhere behind him, calling for Sandra. –Har ri na, is the story over? What happened after that? The Dreamer did not speak, his eyes slowly closed. The boy looked up as the Princess entered his sphere of awareness. The.