If you hadn’t guessed, I hated being poor. She smiled as she re-read The White Owl. She looked up and said ‘It’s a lovely poem. I read it again ...nd again.’ ‘It’s magnificent,’ I said. I looked at her bed, narrow, with no posts or headboard, nothing to keep her from easy access unaided. I wanted to put her on that bed and act out The White Owl. I wanted many things then, it took me years to get a few, but Glynnis wasn’t one of them. ‘My inspiration is coming over soon. Please stay and meet him.’. Mason’s eyes bugged out a little when I stepped inside. His father was there talking to someone and stopped talking and stared. I realized he was talking to Prince Asshole who turned to see me. He stared and his mouth dropped open.He walked up to me and bowed. “My lady, it is a pleasure to see you this evening. You are absolutely stunning.”“Thank you, Sir.”Charles walked up and said, “Jar, Roger is right. You are stunning.”I smiled. “Thank you, Suh. Ih’m just a simple Southern girl.” I laid a. Ohhhhh. I yell to jump, fishes started to bite my cock again. They might have worried about my cock which has became small now, I kept stand without any move, they coming with group and eating my cock, I was feeling light pain on the top of my cock, but my cock started to raise slowly again.Now my cock is ready to fuck again, thanks to fishes, they made my cock to raise so soon, I walked into bank, and dressed up, and seen the spot where we fucked each other, and went away. I came to home and. No fried mushroom and bacon today. I stayed still and waited. My skin was still giving me waves of erotic vulnerability, and my almost exhausted mind had begun twisting the idea in my fluctuating consciousness so that as I knelt there watching her eat, I began to dream that I was simply some strip of pain or something, and that became the bacon, burnt and hot and agonised, and my cloudy feelings had opened so much emotion and the truth became that I was her strip of meat to beat and cook and.