Her ass is round and made for a good pair of jeans. During our years together, Carol became quite good at telling fantasies. She loves to fantasize ab...ut fucking different lovers. She would pick someone she knows at work or the gym and tell me a story while we are intimate. Carol started telling the stories years ago, while we were in college. I am a strong endurance guy when it comes to sex. Carol describes me as a strong steel-rod guy with the endurance of a jackhammer. As a result, Carol. Ann didn’t look at me when she came in for her afternoon shower and that she didn’t really speak to Martin whilst they were washing themselves. Down at the bar, I tried to break up what was becoming a bad habit to my way of thinking. I got my beer and went and sat down with three of the girls, Kathy being one of them. Ann hesitated in the doorway when she saw me sitting at a table instead of standing at the bar. Connie waved her over to join us, and Martin spoke to her and she nodded and came. In combination with Elsa’s sucking and kissing her tits and upper body, including her succulent lips, Stacy was on a journey to a place of pleasure she never dreamed of.The pleasures seemed to multiply as Elsa and I worked on our pretty new nymph. Eventually, Stacy’s body quested for more and for closure on the rising and immense tidal wave of pleasure headed in her direction. Her body started to arch up off of the sofa as she pushed into my hand until her shoulders and feet were the sole touch. Not usually... “Winter, I’m listening to the Stanley Brothers. ‘Saturday Night and Sunday Morning’.”“I don’t think I know them.”“Saturday Night is secular bluegrass. Sunday is gospel. Mournful mountain music; Weltschmerz almost.”“Want to de-Mensa that for me?”Pilar said, “Vanessa, Ennio asked me why days go on for so long.”Vanessa smiled, “What’d you tell him?”“Because he was young. That time would move faster when he was my age. But I wonder...”“You were right.”Walker said, “Why?”“Okay, Ennio.