David was startled. He had thought the crazy man would just ignore him, but now he was being directly addressed. Perhaps challenged to prove his now-i...-question identity."Isadora Stollerman will go to heaven," he said in a soft, uncertain voice."Will Bach go? Will Milton go? Will Shakespeare go?" the man continued to harass David with an endless stream of questions. "Will Dante go or has he been already? Will Homer go? Will Yeats go?"David slowly backed away from the man, suddenly feeling very. Her pussy lips were deep pink, almost red, and her clit was about the size of a large peanut. Her breasts bounced around like crazy on her chest and out between her thighs. At first, I established a rhythm, then she took over grabbing my ass and fucking me back, then I pounded into her taking over again. We both fought for control like two dancers trying to take the lead. She finally gave in, letting me take over though she was not worried about her own satisfaction. She found her clit with her. The rough bark against my back reminds me of the physical world and brings me back from my inner wanderings. The elder Druids have told me that those who have lost and grieved are closer to the other world because their soul cries out for it. That uncanny ability was not something I would have asked for. Here in this spot it felt so much stronger. As if our time together had been etched into the tree, the grass and the earth beneath me. Perhaps they have memories too. The Druids believe so but. With her free hand she took one of my hands and placed it on mypussy. Keeping her hand behind mine she guided my hand all over, in andout, pushing my fingers in and out while rarely letting me even come upfor air.I was fucking myself. Collette actually stepped away, content to justwatch at that point. She swung my chair around so I could watch myself inthe mirror as I played with my pussy and tits. The makeup she had used onme must have used some kind of sealant or somehow soaked into the.