Late August, I was staying in a villa in Kissimmee, Florida. I'd just been to Disney World, and was looking forward to another day in the morning. But...I decided then that I wanted to start on my new story. This would be a story featuring the return of Harry and Sarosa from "Abducted on a School Trip", and Harry's younger brother, Daniel. I began this story slowly, as I was busy, and I continued writing it slowly, as soon afterwards I started university. By the end of November I'd written 3. He grabbed my ass and began to massage it, this time getting his fingers in my wet nest on purpose. His cock darted in and out of my mouth and I couldn’t keep my tongue away from it. I squeezed and twisted and pulled like a hungry dog while he buried his hand under me and finger wrestled my clitoris. His hands came back up to my neck and I watched him step out of his African skirt and moved his erect cock towards my mouth. When the head of it reached my lips he slowly pushed it up deeper into. There is another single yellow rose on the pillow. As you look around the room you find rose petals in a trail on the floor. You begin to follow the path of petals when you come across another note. This one tells you to pick up the remote on the table and press play. Soft love songs begin to play from somewhere in the distance. You finally come to the end of the yellow brick road, which has brought you to another door and a note. This one reads: ‘Welcome to Fantasy Island, please come in and. And Father Christmas and the Tooth Fairy would probably be walking beside him, hand in hand, singing a medley of their favorite songs about everlasting love and happiness. I just barely managed to hold back a snorted, slightly bitter laugh at the colorful images in my mind. I thought about the idea of love and happiness and wondered if I still had the ability to believe in even the concept of such a thing. Well yes, perhaps I did, because I was still able to feel happy for people that fell in.