It’s a brief waltz on a razor's edge, an elusive insatiable craving. Eventually, the early dawn bids its retreat. With heavy wings, it flies away.My...attention is broken by a rattling at the front door followed by a loud slam.My lover enters the room out of breath and disheveled. She looks up and hustles over to greet me.“On the hour,” I yell, grinding my teeth.Her eyes well up at my disappointment and, slowly lifting her skirt and dropping her panties, she kneels and lays across my lap. Tense,. It was driving me wildly to distraction as they inched their way up further and I did nothing to stop it. My flesh was on fire as I felt his fingertips dance seductively over my willing flesh as inner warmth spread its little digits of madness.Pretty soon, I felt his hot little fingertips graze my trimmed mons and he was straining just his tips to touch me at my core. This was foreplay in its finest hour. All I could think right then was how foreplay was highly underrated; both of us were so. By now Afton was so aroused and in such dire need of sexual relief, she offered no resistance when Miss Richards let her fingers slip inside of her panties casuing Miss Richards to coo, "Oh my, Afton, you have a very wet vagina, are you in need of an orgasm, dear?!?"Afton didn't answer, she just nodded her head "yes", and waited to see if her teacher would give her what she needed. Miss Richards told her to lift her hips, and in one swift motion removed the young girls panties, exposing her. ?Better send a squad to check there’s a tree trunk free on the north road, and a hurt-beam to fit it. One way or the other, I reckon someone’s going to climb the tree over this.?When Lucius Murena, agent for the coadjutor Agrippa, heard the story he called in agents from the docks and put them to new duties, to watch the house of Livia Cuxena, note who went in and out, and follow anyone who left. Livia Cuxena, in the room that served as her business place, laid down the sheet she was studying.