A wealthy person might have used this vial to store perfume or fine oil, but it was cracked and dirty. The child imagined what a beautiful piece of po...tery it had once been and imagined great things about where it had lived. He polished the bottle until it shined and as he did so, he thought of an idea and the idea became a plan.He went to the local baker, strode boldly into the shop and said “Please, kind sir, I would like a loaf of bread.” The baker looked at the waif and laughed. “Why would. She woke me in the early hours so we could do it some more, came together again, and fell asleep again, with her warm, lightweight body on me, and still connected. We woke again with a faint light coming round the edge of the drapes; fucked, cuddled, kissed, murmured and fell asleep again. Did it all over again with the light bright on the window.I’d never had a night like it. It seemed like we’d fucked the entire eight hours straight, though I was still alive in the morning so I guess we slept. Across vast lawns, looking towards the house, linen curtains in their mullioned windows were beginning to show a certain age. Still, the house looked long and lean — almost adrift on a sea of trees — and four foot roof overhangs conspired with overarching leaves to create vast shadows in the noonday sun. A light yellow Cadillac sat under the carport off the right side of the house, an observant neighbor might have told you that the car had not moved from that spot in weeks. If you, perhaps,. ” I replied, “Sidney, I’ve liked you since I don’t know when, so thank you.” I was grinning from ear to ear. My dick was now rock hard as she leaned over to change the radio station, showing me a large amount of cleavage, I could nearly see her nipple.She answered back “I know, trust me, you are just a little bit obvious about it hahahaha, but anyway, can I tell you something?”“Sure”“You have been watching me more than you have the road, and this is not safe now pull over and let play with your.