.."He moved away from her and walked across the room from the window to the door. The drawings of Italian landscapes on the wall attracted his attenti...n. Next, he read the titles of the books on the shelves. They represented French and foreign works, novels, plays, essays, volumes of poetry, pointing to a really cultivated and varied taste.He saw Racine next to Dante, Stendhal near Edgar Allan Poe, Montaigne between Goethe and Virgil. And suddenly, with that extraordinary faculty which enabled. I got onto the bed and lay on my back, propped up by the pillows. She handed me a glass then lay on the bed with her feet on the floor about level with my hips. Here was another female who just stared, with a slight upturn on her mouth. She acted and looked quite happy. One hand holding her glass the other she used to hold onto my semi hard penis, but the touch of her hand was awakening the beast."I can see you don't want to loose it, the way you are holding on." You don't mind do you? I just. I navigated us by using the GPS, and dead reckoning, and brought us under the Hwy 12 causeway into Pamlico Sound, a little south of Manteo, NC, an island inside of the Outer Banks, but well off the mainland. Remote enough, built up enough, to get medical care without much attention. I navigated us to the small marina on the east side of Manteo, and berthed the "Melancholy Baby." Unless someone had seen Jenny abduct me, there was no reason why we would attract attention, and I doubted that law. It keeps spreading her too, widening her around it; her pussy helpless to do anything other than be filled by it. She's hardly paying attention as it runs past her calves, stopping at her ankles. She's focused solely on how it fills her, so completely, now deep in her. Her attention is brought away from her rapidly filling pussy as the liquid connecting her to the sphere breaks away. The last bit on her hand seeps up to her wrist, freeing her while also completely coating her under her.