By now our eyes had got used to the darkness, and you could see just(if you know what I mean). I looked at her with a puzzled look, she turned her hea... and looked over and a little up to where our friend was lying in his bed, his head was turned away from us, but she motioned with her head to look down, then I saw that his cock was upright, lol well there was a bulge in his duvet. I carried on playing with her pussy, and then her clit which was an instant switch, at the same time I yet again. I was sucking whatever came close to my mouth, her lips, or her boobs.I bit her tits and squeezed her round melons until she shrieked, scratching me with pleasure. There was a hickey on her chest which would be impossible to hide if she went close to her husband.I slapped her ass and pinched it while trying to change positions, but it was too late. I’d started cumming inside her. She laughed like a slut, and I slapped her ass one more time before turning her around to fuck again.When we were. .. dull. Strong men and women drop by regularly, keeping the markets moving and the people happy, bringing with them not just coin but stories of their exploits in the larger world outside. Growing up on these stories, you decided at an early age that as soon as you were able you'd leave and make your mark just like them. You trained for years, surpassing the other young men in fleetness and strength. Your body, in the sun and sand is well-muscled and tanned, stature approaching that of the. ”“Tell me. But try not to mix too many metaphors.”“OK. Anyway, I was looking at Williams’ old book Television [1974]. He says [she read] ‘The photograph is in one sense a popular extension of the portrait’. But that’s only true in a very limited sense. I think people in general took far more photos of places – houses, trees, mountains – than of people. Think of post cards. People go to the shore or to a park and buy pictures of the area, not of other people in the area. And while there are lots.