It is a battle that we both will win, and as I look deeply into your eyes, we share a knowing smile. We relax, supine, and our passion mounts as we ex...lore each others' bodies with our eyes, our hands, and our mouths. The skin on your legs springs up with goosebumps as my fingers trail lightly up your thighs. I feel, rather than hear, your gasp as I touch your essense with my mouth, tasting you, rolling your sweet flower across my toungue. You move in slow, flowing rhythms, as my exploration. The first of which was the differences between the private quarters of the slaves there verses my father’s. I may have mentioned before that my father went out of his way to ensure his people have every comfort that he had himself, which resulted in everyone’s room being large and well furnished.I got a good look at what a family of seven lived in, and if you excluded the closet they called a bathroom, their entire living area space was no bigger than my own bathroom back in my parent’s. Iyer ke gharBabitaji apni chut me 9 inch ka plastic penis with viberator se apni chut chudwa rahi hai or jethalal ke baare me soch rahi hai or wo jadh jati hai fir wo kuch kaam se dr. Hathi ke yaha jati hai waha gate khula hua hota hai or hathi komal ki chut mar rahe hote hai babita direct bina knock kiye bedroom me chali jati hai bedroom ka scene dekh kar babita ki chut gili ho jati hai babita dr.Hathi ka 12 inch lamba or 4 inch mota lund dekhkar usse chudna chahti hai babita apna top of skirt. Well until the following morning at least. I wasn't due to play until 7.30pm so I had plenty of time to arse around Arles tomorrow and catch some of the local sites. Several members of the two bands I was touring with were going out to a local café and invited me to join them. Respectfully I declined and despite their protestations that it would do me good I managed to extricate myself from them and headed straight for my room. Flicking on the TV I collapsed onto my bed and closed my eyes.