My wife’s fingers were already wrapped around Tom’s cock and soon his moans joined hers as she slid them up and down it, working his pre-cum over ...is knob. In our on-line conversations with Tom, I’d filled him in on my wife’s likes and dislikes and he was soon to experience one of her favourite likes!!!I could see my wife smiling at the amount of pre-cum leaking from the tip of Tom’s cock and knew what was coming next. My wife is one of the few women I’ve ever known that actually enjoys sucking. I see dark bloody red roses all over the room. I hear a cold silences all over but yet I can pick up every single noise like a superhearing that takes hold me and makes me feel, is as if I can feel sound. Marissa is running her devil-like tongue up and down tits and going down on me as she takes hold of my pussy and tears it up with her serpent like the tongue that opens me up as I am screaming, a scream of death and lust and life all in one. I can feel her every sensation yet I am frozen,. We were built, you see, for pleasure. And I have been alone so long now...I wonder whether I truly remember the heights we reached...but I digress.I'm looking now at what will be, for the satyric race, the saviour. Dionysus visited me in a dream, and told me to return to this place, for there I would find...the mother. Yes people, the gods have decreed our return. Adam and Eve, Pandora and Epimetheus, Satyricon and Irish.I watch her now, as I have watched these months passed. She splashes water. Another one fires up into the sky – blinding shades of blue – and that’s when my eyes found her again: the Disney worker dressed up Elsa, resting against one of the houses of Main Street, clutching her phone and peering into it as she tapped away, obviously off duty. She was playing with a strand of her blonde hair, obviously not a wig. My eyes fell to her breasts, tightly covered by her icy dress.What would they look like if she were to slip out of that dress? I had wondered earlier today as I.