He began removing his coat and tie, then unbuttoned his shirt. As he was doing so, I sat up on the bed in front of him and unbuckled his trousers and ...ly, dropping his pants to the floor. I was very pleased at what I saw - a very prominent bulge in the front of tight, stretchy undershorts. I looked up and teasingly stroked it, causing it to grow to the extent that it could no longer be contained under the fabric. The bulbous head was exposed. I leaned forward and licked it, then hooked my. So she asked what she should have asked before: “Where are we?” She did not know this place, had never been here, in this house of straight lines and cold glass framed by steel. Nor had she ever stood overlooking this forest, her mind suggesting images more akin to the gently rolling hills of Kent. His hand rested besides hers on the balustrade now, a finger width from hers, a temptation to touch. “Wherever you want it to be.” This was so non-sensical an answer that she could not suppress a. Regardless of my ramblings please enjoy! The Cat's Tale: Boots by groverHer ears perked as she heard The One's slow lumber up the stairs with thebeat of a monotonous death march. With her tail swishing distractingly,she scented the cold sandwich he'd had for lunch as well as the sadnessthat followed him like a jinxed cloud.As he opened the door, Boots greeted him with a welcoming purr andreceived a. Is it's pattern strange to you?'Scrooge trembled more and more.'Or would you know,' pursued the Ghost, 'the weight and length of thestrong coil you bear yourself? It was full as heavy and as long asthis, seven Christmas Eves ago. You have laboured on it, since. It is aponderous chain! Our quest for money at any cost is the price my chainsand chains that are, as we speak being forged foryou.'Scrooge shuddered uncontrollably. He looked on in terror as thesedamning words came out of the ghostly.