The simple perfection of everything that you are. Your face, smooth and pale like an angel cast of alabaster in this cold winter light. An angel made ...pecifically for me of unbridled beauty, worth its weight in gold and absolutely priceless. Just as I get lost in your eternal magnificence, time seems to return to my world. Your eyes open and I return the smile. We skate together, both sets of our hands on your waist for some time longer, until the snow begins to get heavier and the daylight. Fuck me“ and “Yes, ohhh yes” and then threw in a “Pound my pussy you bastard!“ and then “I’m sorry (for calling him a bastard)... Fuck meeeeeee“. Bob, for his part, went up on his toes, with his hands on the couch beside her butt, and then rocked his pelvis back and forth, battering her clit and reaming her out.Her orgasm was obvious, and Bob was glad, because his back hurt and his balls hurt. He had been trying not to spew in her for several minutes, and when her legs came back up onto his. The chairman of the conglomerate at that time, a guy by the name of Smart, liked the idea and wanted one for himself. Several of the conglomerate’s executives and board members wanted one, too. So Smart made it one of their minor product lines. The product took off before Smart retired, and since that guy Jones took over as Chairman of the Archer Conglomerate, the travel shelter has become a status symbol. Now everyone wants one.“One of the hoppers I know told me that he was hired to transport. Jane could see that M was lost in a daydream, as his gaze lingered on her, trying to see something, anything, through her conservative outfit. What would M think, she wondered, if he knew that under this tight blazer, which buttons up high enough not to reveal even a hint of cleavage, she had on neither a blouse nor a bra. And under the conservative knee-length skirt, she wore neither stockings nor panties. She felt more comfortable like that, and she felt deliciously wicked and sexy, knowing.