But her hair was a sonnet to sin. In the natural sunlight of the first floor it blazed, making her the focal point. It was a cascade of curls, the kin... that can’t be brushed out, burnished copper, and fell nearly to her waist. She had it tied back, of course, but he imagined it loose and just that brief flash in his mind had him hard as a schoolboy. From his vantage point he could keep an eye on her while he pretended to read the paper. He felt a bit like a stalker — truthfully, he always felt. "Thank you, thank you very much. I'm Amy." Sam" he shouts as he hurries away to the kitchen.'House' is an understatement. This is a stately home. Amy slowly pulls off her jacket and finds herself spinning in place in the lobby, taking it all in.Artwork upon artwork upon artwork. Classical stylings and modern finishings. Dark furniture from a mob boss' wet dream. It's immense and impressive, and Amy is struck by how none of it really works together. The manor has no real sense of cohesion;. The impact wasn’t too hard. The softness of this hair caught me as if I was falling on pillows. I tried to grab one string but I had no hand for I was a water drop. I slid down the string and hit a shoulder. I breathed in to inhale the odor of the body I was on. I stood there for a short term until I reached the clavicle. Then I became faster and faster and finally hit some enormous breast. I looked up in that beauty’s face. It looked great. A face which could appear hard and cruel but which. We were on I-4 headed toward Tampa. We stopped for a quick dinner near Disney so we just saw tourists. Then we continued towards Tampa. We turned south on 301 and headed toward Sarasota. I had reserved a hotel on the beach on Longboat Key. We pulled into the hotel around 9:30. I had to give mom a credit card to sign in and then took it back.We checked into a nice double room with a small kitchenette where we could keep some cold drinks. I could tell that Mom was on edge but she was keeping up a.