It was a lovely evening, with a moon that was almost full and fireflies dancing in the woods all around her. An occasional bat or swallow passed overh...ad.A much larger shape passed over, completely silent. Danka’s heart stopped, because it was way too large to be a bat or swallow. She must have been imagining things. The shape passed over again, this time very close. It looked like a bird, but incredibly large. She tried to figure out where it went as it vanished into the black forest. The bird. I wonder if I should run. I feel rooted to the spot where I stand, however. Is it because I'm in heels, and have never run in them before? Am I afraid of falling? Tearing my stockings up? My knees? People are fleeing the building, meanwhile. Some are on fire, their hair at least. I feel guilty. I should be helping. Somehow.I ask the handsome pilot, who is much younger now, if he would like a drink. We're back in my apartment, the emergency apparently over. Let me revise that. We're in a dream. After settling into her room and unpacking, Jen opened a small bottle of wine and poured herself a drink into the glass tumbler provided next to the ice bucket. She then dialed the message service of the hotel and listened for her messages. There were a few hang-ups (there always were), and two messages. One was a man who wanted to discuss her availability, and the other wanted her to return his call so that arrangements could be made. She jotted down the two numbers and finished her wine. As Luis’ shaft worked in and out of her pussy like a piston, she came and came as evidenced by the white glossy gleam on Luis’ cock. He held onto both of her feet, his thumbs squeezing into the center of each of them, squeezing harder with each thrust!I couldn’t take my eyes off this scene. I was still fucked up from all the pot and drinking and my cock was rock hard in my pants. But I kept remembering the stages of pot smoking Lenora went through from twenty years ago. When will her.