Thou cam'st to kindle, go'st to come: then Iwill dream that hope again, but else would die."The Dream" by John Donne (1573—1631)Slowly, so as not to...startle her, Erik lifted his hand to her face and brushed away an errant lock of curls. She surprised him by not drawing away, but leaning into his touch. Drawing her close to his breast, he lowered his lips to hers and bestowed upon her a kiss full of promise for all of their tomorrows.It seemed to the couple that the afternoon had started only. When she finished the dishes, I increased my pounding. I was just about to finish so I turned her around and directed her to kneel in front of me. I blasted my entire load into her mouth and she obediently swallowed every drop. Semen continued to ooze out of the tip penis and dribbled down. She used her tongue to clean up the last few drops of cum.We then sat together in the living room and had a chat like we often did at the end of the day. We had become friendlier during these many weeks. He placed it centrally on the table and bowed, as he backed up, then turned and stood at the door in his position. Less than an hour later, the other servant re-appeared and ushered in the captain from the Fraser clan. The captain came to the table with a slightly bewildered look on his face, seeing everyone eating and drinking, but his father not among them. ‘What’s yer name, captain? ‘ MacRae asked him. ‘I am Sloan Fraser, eldest son of McCauley. Where is my father?’ Sloan asked looking about. As I slide by, the last moisture evaporates, letting the AC further cool and tingle them, straining them further. How long has it been, little girl? An hour? Perhaps less. During that time I'd forced your arousal to ebb and flow how many times? Closer each time to a crescendo, but never quite reaching it. The mink glove roams your upper body with soft teasing strokes, paying closest attention to your lovely breasts. Your legs, which retain the last vestiges of your clothing, your thigh high.