.. + Have I invented that? That the scene in which wax is dripped on the woundsof the whip derives from the manuscript? I cannot be sure. The dictiona...y of dreams is all I have beside my bed andit is silent upon this topic. I only know that it seemed like a memory - ashared memory - to myself and Eliza. Shared, yes. Indeed. Mmm. I must write of it. Michael, do not prevaricate. It was, I believe, the fourth time that I, the young Michael in the Manor,had intended to peruse the manuscript. The. We stood together under the water as it gradually reached a comfortable temperature in the ambient heat. I love you. The words came out. I love you too bro. we smiled, looking into each others dazed eyes. I did. Love her. Very very much, I cared for her and desired her. Wiping my cock clean I touched her pussy. she bit her lip and raised her leg around my waist. Water coursing over our bodies, I slid up and inside her. That feel better? She nodded and lay her head on my shoulder. We made. I told them that I remembered very little of the incident.The vicar came and said she would say a prayer for my safe deliveranceand I asked her to also pray for Brian's daughter as he had saved mylife.In fact she almost brought me to tears I wondered if I would ever see Sueagain.Lunch was of course fine I then went and changed into a top and jeans formy journey home,My laundry had all been done and was waiting in the hall when I left.Mum said come and sees us again soon and I was on my way. The. As I got ready to leave Mum was on the cell phone to her Sam. When I came back in she showed me the switch that ran the ducted 240Volt AC air-conditioner, which used the same ducts as the one connected to the engine. We both burst out laughing. "We may be warmer tonight, but I still want you in my bed," she added."Does that mean I can forget about that bunk for the rest of the journey?" You bet you can!" she said smiling and belting herself in, in the front passenger's seat, "now roll this.