We leant against one of the the old stone barriers and I imagined all the events that had taken place within its walls. The blood-thirsty voyeuristic ...pectacles, mock battles and racing chariots. So much history had unfolded there and it was impossible not to be moved by the sheer grandeur of the place.After a coffee and a shared tiramisu we walked back to the hotel. The sun was setting and Venus was burning, high above the eastern horizon.I opened the door to our room. I looked at Elizabeth,. "That's thoughtful, thanks Grandma," I told her."You're very welcome sweetheart."I moved down the pile, having received some Emerson University clothingfrom Dad and my grandparents, and came to one gift that I hoped might besomething really good from Dad. Opening it up, I was excited to see anew laptop from Melon Corp! It boasted its specs on the box, and myfavorite thing was the battery that was supposed to be able to go sixmonths on a single charge! It was thinner than one of my lab. .. much too long. And almost eagerly she let George draw her lips to his and kiss her, softly at first, then more urgently.Her lips pressed hard against his, open and willing to take his tongue as it probed the depths of her unresisting mouth. Small moans of erotic stimulation gurgled from deep in her throat, and the drug she had unwittingly consumed made his touch seem godlike. She was a Grecian princess standing on a hill above ancient Athens, about to be taken for the first time by a ghost-. She placed her face over mine so I could lick my own scent from her mouth as he drove into me, and she moved as I needed, placing her heat above my face, ordering me to lick her out while he fucked me and I willingly submitted, lapping at her, matching his rhythm with my tongue, transmitting the feeling of him in me. I circled myself, rubbing, desperate to keep the momentum, feeling the damp warmth against my hand as she pushed down on my willing face, imagined his hardness in me his hips.