‘Last one to the beach is a rotten egg.’ The road came to a rather abrupt end as they passed out of Ventry and right into the sloped dunes of the ...each. Connor locked up his bike and helped Langdon do the same. Turning toward the shore, he let out a low whistle and took in the view. ‘Laney, this place is amazing.’ Langdon grinned and gazed out over the water, propping her sunglasses up on her forehead. Ventry Cross was situated on the sandy beach of a south-eastern facing cove. The high cliffs. My behavior is the heart of my business. I am strange. I come from Vertige. I am therefore Vertige and we must not see me coming. I have more sense than feelings. Here for a part of my intention secréte… But, as one might say coincidence: the chance is a secret and I am sure my secret. So how to cross the fire ? Prometheus had to be the first artist, long before Apollo. This giant to make good service to ordinary people who do not so much demanded, therefore stole fire from heaven to the gods. She agreed and went to the bedroom , I too followed her behind , she was wearing jeans and t shirt, I could see her tight ass and big boobs waiting to be let out of there clothes. As she entered the bedroom I caught hold of her hand , she was surprised and started to leave her hand, but I pulled her closer to me and gave a smooch on her lips my tongue licking her tongue, she freed herself from me and asked me what was I doing. Without waiting for her response I again caught hold of her and. I addressed it … not a big deal. Of course it doesn’t always work that way. One day, a year or so after we got married, she spent the day at the spa. She got the works: massage, manicure, pedicure, hair fixed up, and whatever other secret things women do at these places that men don’t really understand. She walked in the door, pleased with herself—and rightfully so. She had a smile on her face, she looked good and she knew it. I walked around her, doing my own admiring. ‘I like, babe! You look.