I'm relieved to hear it.My happiness, however, is short lived. It's abruptly shattered as I read the words at the top of the screen - Once upon a time...��"Once upon a time?" I glare, disbelieving. "What the fuck is that? I write erotica, not fairy tales!" Anger surges through me then, shaking my head, I snort with laughter. It's a reflex reaction. Better than crying. "Damn. What's wrong with me?"Muttering profanities, I lower a finger onto the delete key and keep it there. The offending sentence. She had not been able to travel anywhere without being the centre of attention. She had been surprised to see so many white people in the heart of the city, though Africans had predominated, and she had kept a wary eye on the black street urchins who seemed to run like packs of hounds through the streets.She had returned to the hotel aroused and excited, with another set of wet panties. She had hardly walked one hundred yards from the hotel before, stopping at traffic lights to cross the road,. He could feel that someone was in teh room but before he had a chance to think the blindfol was ripped off his eyes and he was confronted with a brute of a man, naked, in front of him. He ws 6ft2 150 kg and had raging hard on and he stared happily at Timmy like the piece of meat he was about to come.The brute approached Timmy as he eyed of his young naked body. Timmy was struck by a mixture of fear and excitement as this mass of flesh and cock approached him. They stood face to face as the man. They had been fucking for a long time. He got up and padded to the bathroom, his cock bobbing up and down in front of him.Caroline heard the shower running.She lay back in bed, feeling warm and contented.Caroline usually returned to bed in the morning after Jonathon had left for the office.But she wasn't a lazy girl.She didn't go back to sleep.She went back to bed and played with her pussy.It had become something of a morning routine with her, loving morning orgasms as she did and seldom.