‘Alas my love, you do me wrong to cast me off so discourteously…..For I have loved you Oh, so long… Delighting in your company…’ This is wer... he would come in. Playing his reed. They performed this many times in the square. As she continued she could almost hear him in her mind. Playing as she sang. ‘Green Sleeves which my lady wore… Green Sleeves was my joy of joys…..Green sleeves, my heart of gold… All for my lady… Green Sleeves.’ When the song was over a note of a reed flute still hung. She was going so hard it sound like she was punching herself in the face, this lasted for about fifteen seconds then she took my balls in her mouth and worked my cock harder. I loudly professed multiply times I was coming and as my balls tighten she moved the pan of hash browns and my first shot hit the hash browns with almost all of it. I kept cuming for what felt like forever, I had about eight solid shoots and then a bunch of weak little ones and then she put the hash browns on the table and. It turned out to be a lovely room, and about as different from your typical tourist-Italian-restaurant as could be. High oak panelling, almost black from age, comfortable chairs, and not one Chianti bottle or picture of peasant girls.I left it to Vera to chose the menu and place the order with the waiter. Meanwhile I took a very direct approach at mind control, considering there was no time to let the more subtle hints do the trick. I ordered her to follow me back to the hotel for a drink in. To be honest, she gave me a look that I believe I was supposed to wither upon receiving. But I gave that no-never-mind; winding-up posers is one of my favourite pass-times in life. I just grinned back up at her."Who are you?" she demanded.Slowly I reached up, released the strap on my crash helmet and removed it. For a few seconds Anne stared at me, then an expression of understanding came over her face. But not a very joyous one!"You're not Kicker Poulson, are you?" she asked, still in a.