“Shaw, what are you doing here? How did you get in?”“Oh, I can explain, but first, can I come in?”Amy thought for a while. Should she let this...man in? He clearly didn’t wanna take her virginity and put her in trouble, she thought and she let him in.“Thanks, Amy,” he said as he got inside and stepped aside, letting Amy close the door.Amy closed it and locked it before turning back to Shaw.“What now, Shaw?”“I should be going soon, but I came here to ask if I can…have Zayn’s clothing. I am going. »Oh, Sir - it was all small an wrinkly, not as imagined at all - it just didn't seem to like me!«, she reported with unexpected honesty that nearly rendered myself to tears of joy. I pulled the lovely maid onto my lap and stole my hand under the hem of her blue skirt to caress her pointy knees. There was no resistance being felt as I pushed the skirt up her trim thighs and massaged the firm flesh with compassion. When I reached the frills of her bloomers the sensitive maid purred already like a. She'd never been around anyone who was in the act of fucking before and she found it extremely erotic and lusty to actually see Angie fucking with her dad.Angie and her father were lost in their own little world as they were moving together. Angie was moaning and whimpering as she delighted in the feeling of her father's cock fucking her young teenage pussy. Occasionally her dad would grab one breast and he'd lock his lips on the nipple, licking it and sucking on it until she'd start riding up. Himself, sleeping/working on the couch in his office.A young boy, sleeping in the back of a car.No, these are not all her memories. He's projecting. She is so on his mind, the very idea of her is a maelstrom in Dream, swirling and spinning, pulling all thoughts toward it, homogenizing history and hope.Will must withdraw from her. Which leaves... him.Will slides down through the floor and walls to the living room. Randy is there, sprawled in the recliner. Will stands behind it, sneering as he.