Now, to see things which I cannot understand, to procure impossibilities, these are the study of my life. I gratify my wishes by two means--my will an... my money. I take as much interest in the pursuit of some whim as you do, M. Danglars, in promoting a new railway line; you, M. de Villefort, in condemning a culprit to death; you, M. Debray, in pacifying a kingdom; you, M. de Chateau-Renaud, in pleasing a woman; and you, Morrel, in breaking a horse that no one can ride. For example, you see. Dolce & Gabbana, I think.I decide to not move and see what’s going to take place.She slithers under the sheets and just lies there. On her side with her hand resting lightly on my arm. I don’t react, and then I smile to myself as she starts to produce a purring sound. I realize that she is now snoring. I find the sound enchanting, and I close my eyes, savoring the heat of her body which is spreading under the sheets as I drift off to sleep.When I come back to life, the dawn is already lighting. I don’t take steroids contrary to my ex-girlfriends beliefs. I have sand blonde hair, I am attractive an I’m not just saying that. I am pretty cocky and when it comes to girls, I never fail to disappoint! I have a 8 inch cock when it’s not erect and it’s atleast 12 when it is. Anyway back to the story. She looked at me and apologised for what had happened, even though she didn’t sound it. I told her to forget about it, but clearing I should have taken my own advise as my cock began to throb. I undressed and stepped up behind Brenda, peering over her shoulder to see what she was observing. I found Linda and Britney seated on their porch, deep in conversation. Linda was yet naked, and that fact would have been concealed from all but those brazen enough to open the gate and enter the back yard, or peek into it from a second story window, such as Brenda and I were doing. Brenda turned to me, wrapped her arms around me and kissed me with jism seasoned lips. Ending our kiss, she murmured.