'' She tested the door,only to find that it could not close all the way. At least it wouldblock her from view from the front door, and if he walked wi...houtlooking backward, she should remain hidden. She then went to thedining room, and spread out the books. She took the first one in theseries, and began skimming through it.Ah, but they were fascinating! She was soon drawn into the texts,reading them passages hanging on every word, gazing at the colorplates of manuscripts she had never seen. “Turn around,” I tell her.She turns around and bends over, pressing her body against the bed sheets and sticking her ass out for me. The heels she’s wearing accentuate her tight, voluptuous ass. I spread her legs and press my cock up against her, gliding it up and down her, before sticking it inside her snatch.I start off slow to get my rhythm but quickly pick up the pace, my balls slapping up against her as her ass presses up against me. I can hear her moaning and breathing heavily, and I keep. ‘ ‘Be constantly mindful, diligent, and resourceful, in your pursuit of the Way.‘““All penned by Shōtō, or Funakoshi Gichin, the founder of Shōtōkan Karate-Do.”“If you know that, then why does the IRS worry you? Remember, ‘Karate goes beyond the dojo.‘““Yes, Kyōshi.”“In the immortal words of Brad from Fast Times at Ridgemont High - ‘Learn it. Know it. Live it.’”“Somehow I think ‘No shirt, no shoes, no dice’ isn’t one of the precepts!”“It’s not,” I grinned. “Sorry, but I need to go check on how. My tongue teased her as I sucked. I moved my hand away from the breast, lower down, to run my fingers over her stomach. Her muscles tensed into a ridge as I traced their shape up and down, then little circles. I explored her belly button, then I was at her panties. My fingers trickled across the material, and I found the rise of her mound, pausing there to feel the hardness. Sideways and down to the bare skin of her thighs. My fingers lightly pressing, then barely touching as they dropped.