He climbed into the passenger side. Lucille leaned against the back of the front seat as the girl maneuvered the car back onto the highway and into th... fast lane."What's your name?" Lucille asked as she struggled out of her skirt, panty hose and shoes."Don," he said, his lower lip vibrating, his eyes casing the obvious abundance of tit under Midge's thin sweater."How long have you been on the road, Don?" Midge asked, keeping the car at a steady pace."About a month," he answered."Been getting a. “I decided that trying to do the chapters in order was silly. How could I write a ‘Preface’ or ‘Introduction’ before I’ve written the parts. So I’ve written a section as to the nature of ‘landscape’. Is it just an attempt at portraying the perceived world? The Wikipedia says it’s ‘the visible features of an area of land, its landforms and how they integrate with natural or man-made features.’ But that’s not viable. And there’s the problem of ‘seascape’. I’m not happy with a ‘photograph,. He did not do any foreplay and straight away went for fucking her. This time too, he ejaculated while trying to push his cock in to her pussy. This time, he did not say anything and just turned to sleep. Sara, naked on the bed was thinking about her life. She once again thought that everything will be alright and trying to sleep. Her husband was already in deep sleep.They returned from their honey moon and Sara was still a virgin. Her husband could not do anything with her. His long and thick. As I enter the bedroom I turn on the lamp instead of the bedroom light so I don't wake my soundly sleeping wife. While making my way to the closet I notice my wife's pink painted toes peeping out from under the covers. I stop and take it in as my cock starts to stiffen back to where it was before I got out the bed. "FUCK". I think to myself. See having a foot fetish is a gift and a curse. If you don't have it, you don't understand. So now I'm torn between taking my ass to work or worshiping my.