She wondered if that meant she was underwater, sitting there in near immobility. She decided that no, it was less comfortable than actually being in t...e water. She kept looking out for Slater the Gator, but he had gone further down the canal. A small deer bounded from over her shoulder and headed down to the canal for a drink. Clara had noticed the lack of genitalia on the Great Dane sized, dun colored deer and jumped to the obvious conclusion. It was a ‘she.’ She lowered her head to the water. "This won't help but I have something else that needs to be considered. Lisa drove the same model and color car I do."I could see that jarred Hawk. She sat back on her heels, whistling slowly and softly. "No shit? Damn, that does make it a little more difficult. Does anyone hate you, Ted? Enough to see you dead?" Yesterday, I would have said no. Hell, I'm still not sure how real it is but I had words with a lobbyist for the wine distributors this morning over legislation that could put a. Then she starts kissing on my cheeks, softly, kissing on my lips. Wow mona plz get going, i closed my eyes, she continue at least an hour, but just kissing nothing else, i can feel her soft lips in my cheeks. While i was feeling relax i just put my hands into her boobs i was pressing her boobs softly time to time rubbing her nipples in my fingers in nightgown.I can feel her dry lips when touch mines, that was so excited, reet can we do 1 more time, i heard a sweet voice in my ears, after this. "Cloudless climes," I replied, waving a hand at the sparkling and unblemished heavens."Cloudless climes and starry skies," she repeated. "That's Byron, isn't it?" It is," I confirmed. I could have added that I had the happiest memories of this particular poem. On two occasions in my student days I had trotted it out in circumstances not unlike these, walking a girl in a secluded spot on a starlit night, and it had got me laid both times. Nor, may I say, had I any bad conscience about having put.