Jake always admired the way the muscles of her ass tightened when she came.Her body relaxed onto the bed. Jake set down the candle and said, “Coffee...”He set the wide, shallow cup on the bed, next to her pillow. It was only half full so she wouldn’t spill it when she moved. Béla sullenly turned her head to look at it, her beautiful, tousled, black hair covering half her face. She moved her arms up so she could lever herself over using her elbows. Musky girl-scent filled the air when she moved.. You know those one that has all that shit on it for easy use. I pull up and park. Getting out, I pulled my hem down a little. We walk immediately to the front of the line and I see that it is Tank at the ropes again. My favorite bouncer! He was eying us, so we both slowly turned around. He laughed, smacked my ass, and told us to have fun. Hearing the groans of frustration, I turned to the ones waiting, struck a pose and stuck out my tongue. "Real mature, Ash," Staci hissed and pulled me inside.. Jeffery watched her carefully. He purposely put a slab of red onion on her burger, something that she hated. Cooked onions were fine but the raw ones were poison as far as she was concerned. After she took a bite, her chewing slowed down and she began to set the burger down."What is wrong, slave?"Stephanie didn't answer."You may speak, slave, what is wrong with your meal? Don't you like it?"Stephanie hesitated a bit, then spoke, "I don't like onions." You don't like onions... "Stephanie. Firstly the music. Secondly as result at a flash of million memories.Thirdly from this romantic short erotic encounter, like from a famous novel which won world wide amazing attention."Sir, You do look like Frits van der Ploeg! Did you perhaps live here for some years, much more many years back?" Well by Jove, I am indeed!" (Influence of his father G. J. van der Ploeg, who spoke no other tonguesbut was good at quotes, like all of us after him, the power of the words spoken, in the 'Tale of.