“What?” Dana said crestfallen.“Haha!” he grinned, scooping her up in his arms. “If I didn’t love you already, I’d fall in love with you ...ll over again!” he whooped. “That gun is the coolest thing I’ve ever fired!” he said delightedly.The redhead laughed with relief. “Oh you!” she said, with a grin. “You had me going for a minute there!”“Sorry honey.” he said leaning in to rub noses with her affectionately.Dana sighed happily and hugged him tightly.“Well we better go and have a chat with the. Melinda gave him an odd look. "Huh?" Except you probably won't hafta, she'll tell you anyway." So? Everyone has dreams. What's the big deal with talking about them?"Richie sighed and rolled his eyes. "Because she describes some really weird shit, that's why. And she never shuts up about them. You try to change the subject and it comes back up. Everything has something to do with her dreams." Oh, and like you never became obsessed with anything?" Heather cut in."Never like that, man," Richie. O. Story II' and hopefully this shortertale addresses these readers' dreams. The moral of this little sequence ofevents is that all authors are thirsty for input from our readers; so pleasekeep those e-mails coming with praise, and sometimes complaints. Synopsis : This tale chronicles the continuing adventures of Aaron Clarke, a buddingslaver with a just established franchise operation in Miami, Florida. Businessand adventure literally fell his way as Aaron used carefully established. His eyes watered as his throat was stretched to the limit and he became increasingly desperate for air. Bayonetta’s face was a picture of bliss as she unloaded in her slutty slave.Before she was even done cumming, she settled back into a strong throat fucking rhythm, realigning her thrusts with the beat of the music. Jeanne, also, regained her steady ass fucking pace as her climax ebbed.‘What the hell?’ thought James ‘They’re not even going to take a break?’Bayonetta abandoned the side straps.