He realized it must have been snowing, which always quieted traffic noise.He looked around the room, taking inventory of his earthly belongings. Becau...e he had always lived alone, he had never needed much. Now in his middle age, he felt a vagrant wistfulness about the things he’d never owned, the places he’d never gone, the people he’d never known, and the things he’d never done.The dream had left him shaken, and he tried to leave it in his bed, choosing to get up quickly instead of lingering. He had a scar… a long, white scar running all the way from his left temple to the corner of his jawline, just beneath his ear. I also noticed his emerald green eyes. His one little glance had rooted me to the spot. The rest of the hallway came to life though, first talking in low murmurs and then rising in volume as people tried to talk over one another to be heard. Questions and comments roamed everywhere: wow! What the hell happened to him? Do you have him this semester? I’m glad I don’t! I. Wallace,” Steve answered, his deep voice sending chills up and down her spine. “Please – just Liz. Grab the bags from the cans out on the beach, this one here, and the two by the concession stand.” “Got it,” Kyle said as he popped the top off the can and upended the bucket into it. “I’ll be in the concession stand seeing what I need brought down from upstairs. Come see me when you finish with that.” Elizabeth turned and walked to the concession stand, letting her hips sway just a little on a. And she had known the inner workings of another woman's cunt, tasted the sweetness of the inner lining so silken and juicy, known the flexing as it shuddered in vibrant climax.Lauralee stopped stroking her mound and exposed it to hot rinsing water, turning her body slowly so that soap would be purled away. Better than that, her pussy had been invaded by a thrusting, hammering cock, one that was hard and young, a prick that reached far up into her hole and set fire to her womb. Her son's prick;.