“It’s not much more than the flourish,” she says. “Thank God my handwriting’s so lousy. But I’ll have to use the same flourish for you, so...you’re getting a new signature.”I understand nothing of this at all, but she begins making a different kind of drawing with the stylus, and takes long before she is satisfied. She works long past the time when we usually eat, and then again the next day. We do not mate in the night, she is tired and goes almost immediately to sleep.It is late in the second. Fuck, I want you so bad. You feel my need and as I lay on my side still, you lay beside me again and line the head of your cock up to my waiting pucker. You push inside me until you past the first barrier, and then stop. You feel so good inside me. Your fingers stroke my hips as you wait, keeping still. I push back onto you, taking you all the way into my tight asshole. This feels so good. You curl your big spoon around my little one and wrap your arms around me, kissing my shoulders and neck. Why don't you come downstairs and have some breakfast? We can sit by the fire and get to know each other a little better."Jim had a bad feeling, but he was hungry and he could really go for some scrambled eggs right about now. He got out of bed and felt a surge of pain in his ankle when he stood up. Dan grabbed hold of his arm and said, "Are you okay, Amy? Would you like me to carry you?" Jim refused and somehow managed to make it down to the dining room.As Jim sat at the table, Dan carried out. “Marika is 58, and she is very lonely. Her two sons had left home and she had lost her husband last year. He drank too much...”“She should find herself someone,” I suggested. Then let Gabika add Marika’s name to the skype contact list and called her. A picture of a beautiful woman emerged on the screen and this picture started babbling in this alien language that no one besides a true Hungarian can comprehend. There was a lot of laughing and giggling and endless introductions. Gabika was so.