Aren't they wonderful?" Why are you doing this to me? Who are you?" Dearie, what makes you think I'm not who I appear to be?" You... did this to me." ...nd who do you think I am?"Patrick stared at her a bit before saying, "You're Aphrodite." He went to his knees before her. "Oh, great goddess, have I done something to offend you? Please tell me so I can make amends."David gave him a small smile. "No, dearie, you have done nothing to offend. Although I'm not sure I want you finding my temple quite. “Really good, and yourself?” I replied. “Surviving, you know how it goes.”I couldn’t help but look down at his crotch, being that he’d dropped by so that I would suck him off. We talked for a bit, during which time I told him about my dinner plans. I also leaned forward and groped the long dick in his pants while he sat on the chair. Then I asked if he was willing to stay until I was finished and I even invited him to share my meal. That blue-eyed fucker agreed to stay, declined dinner, and. At about 5:40 she is out of the shower and walks to her room wrapped in a towel tucked under her armpits. Her hair wet and sticking to her back. She smiles at me as she shuts her door. I am lounging on the couch reading still when she walks out around 6:00 asking me if I liked her shirt outfit. I look up and she is wearing tight leggings and daisy duke shorts and a tight little purple t-shirt that just wrapped around her little baby titties perfectly. "Uh, sure." I replied simply but thinking. Here and there, scattered on the ground, were tiny sapphires like frozen tears, which thawed in one’s hand to release the perfume of roses on a summer night. And as for roses, there were entire gardens of wild blooms whose petals fell with the sound of children’s laughter, an errant breeze produced such a joyous din that the man wept at the prospect of the family they could raise together. And where his tears struck the ground, new blossoms sprang up, thirsty for his love. Through the air spun.